Tick tock tick tock you're running out of time!
Enjoy me now before I lose my mind
But it's already gone, I had it for lunch
Right after you had my panties in a bunch
Frustration inflated like a red balloon
And your stubbornness popped it right before noon
The clock struck 12 and now I'm hungry
"You didn't intend to pay for my meal? You brung me!"
Out on a half-baked mission of disaster
I walked slow but my heart started to beat faster
Sweat dripping down my temples and off my nose
Very afraid not sure where to go
I think I tasted panic in that sandwich
Dressed in depression, it's in every stitch
So meticulously cut and sewn together
This dainty dress won't protect me from the weather
Extend your wings to shield me from the wind
You helping me is a sin.
You are an angel, I'm a demon
Why help darkness without reason?
My sucking blackness will eat your soul
As I take pieces of you to make me whole
One delicate touch will fry your feathers
You should've known we don't belong together
I don't care that you didn't pay for my food
I dined and dashed to be extra rude
I'll bend you backwards so be aware
Tock tick is how time works there
There is hell, allí is home
(There is hell, there is home)
I bathe in Satan's frothy foam
Concocted bath of sins to soak in
Cancer sticks that I can toke on
To be continued...
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El Cuento de mí Vida
PoetryEl Cuento de mí Vida is Spanish for 'The Story of My Life". This poem is a collection of many thoughts, poems, and scribblings about my life. Though it may appear a simple poem to many, it goes very deep for me. Desfruta! (Enjoy!)
