Blinded in tired withdrawn seclusion- Marred my way thru this world- That gave me my life and mortal awareness- The realization, nothing I’ve done- Has comforted me- Along come moistened mouths- Hungry for each drawn out story- Even if it punishes me- Here is my email and number- Call me...if you want to dig a grave- Call me...to spend every last dime- Call me...to brush up on your drinking- Are you afraid?- Not to strong, living vicariously through friends- Till you can’t feel your own pain- Is hope the dangling carrot you’re chasing down- As you parade with a smile that’s six feet- Underground- Sadness hasn’t matured in you yet- Let the spices salivate your taste buds- No chaser right now- It’s good you taste its glory- Just remember- It’s your mouth you’re feeding- Not mine-
Reason for writing:
Leopard skin shoes, gold chains, bright big pearly teeth. Lounged in between cushions made for aristocrats and mouth less emotionless people....glaring in each others gaping hole with a smile that says "At least I don't feel alone, feeling alone."
Birth sign: Libra
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