left trust to rust in the warm swirl of vomit
dropped the d out of dream and reamed all the feelings
restitution, prostitution, the over deification of dramatis non persona
look it up, i can’t be fucking bothered
presumptuous consumption, courageous corrosion
rectifed the partial lies until the cellular make up was mud clear issuance from the department of dipshits and diagnosed dickheads
they can fuck themselves until they die
die die die my darkness
nothing is as it seems
choke me until i see spots and ride me until i cannot take anymore
just help me release this pissed off constant state of mind
or leave me to fucking sulk
whatever
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
When you are angry you got sloppy…
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i guess so
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Wow….steam. This energized me! Lol you not really mad huh?:)
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been one of those days so far. feel like a ticking time bomb
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Sometimes that happens. Turn it around and let your awesome shine!
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I have no awesome. Born without it.
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Yes you do… I see it in your words
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maybe my words are just mirror shards and you are seeing yourself reflected back
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Wow what a great compliment! That is the kind you get from a true poet. Thank you
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