Dead And Gone Walking down the harbor of life, no quicksand on shores. Rumor has it, Im mischievous. Stranded, back home I dogged chores. Saved by glocks, no point in being religious. Hate coming off my pores. A war taking place within me, body parts on a battle, no peace treaty. Empty intestines screaming at my tummy, cells reluctant to distribute nutrients. Kidneys becoming rebels, militants. Like the Berlin wall, Immune system on a collapse. Blood tests run on me, seemingly, im prone to another relapse. Im living just too see another dawn. Sleepless from endless nightmares, bandaged like an Egyptian mummy. Consistency in my mood swings, Im always grumpy. Nothings sweet, even honey, Im bound to decompose, the parrots will mourn. Flames to dust, best friends to just acquaintances, love to lust Nothings left for me in this cold world... Im dead and gone.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 10:37:46 +0000
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