Shit i deal with.
All the time.
Its in my head.
Keeps going around.
Like a merry go round.
Like a paranoid mom.
Waiting in her daughters dorm.
Never letting the question out of her mind.
Is it drugs or guys?
Finally came time for eyes lids to drop.
Forever? Maybe.
Regretted ways of life? Probably.
Dead flowers by the grave.
Certain scent left to crave.
Questions left unanswered.
Days left unlived.
Life screwed majorly.
Blood lost pointlessly.
All said and done.
Done for what?
To live like a recluse or To daily visit the doc?
Lie down.
Deep breaths.
Asthamatic feeling surfaces.
Decomposing body.
Destroyed and Decayed hopes.
Squished dreams.
*!* SidMarauder *!*
31-May-2010. 3:38 am
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