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    Sociopath

    All engines go
    Fifteen years or maybe one second till blast off
    Not a single burnt mouth will be left open
    Or hungry for that matter
    Examining the incomplete catalog of your arduous words
    I know the singular pains of loneliness
    That you scurry to convey
    You have to be able
    To grasp the balls of the whole human thing
    To actually feel
    To know how much you really hurt
    Me, me, me, won’t get your babies milked
    Drink up until the fresh ice melts
    In the meantime
    You slather yourself upon comfort foam
    Lick the processed fat from Pollyanna
    Take the joyride that always leads to a newer model
    Hope that someone will toss sorry towards you
    But they and I won’t
    Because I can’t count the number of people
    That want to bust down my door
    Crack my head wide open
    Collect all the debt I O
    Piss poison my soul
    So keep feeling sad for yourself
    Because I know you never had to shovel coal
    Beneath the hell of heavy snow
    Or lost a loving hand that was real
    Someone that cherished you more than you loved them
    Because you’re selfish
    And you write about it continuously
    Reflect and rid yourself
    Or pray and convert
    Understand?

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  • #2
    Think I've got the picture. Too much patience, then?

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    • #3
      I wonder who you where thinking of when you wrote it. Every time I wright with one of three people on my mind, but that's just me. UwU

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