obsesssssive

obsessive starts lead to boring ends

incessant blurts of information 

shivers up skin at response 

what are you doing this for?

dopamine crescendo gets you high

the complete lack gets you crushed by

over infatuated 

un recompensated 

cruised through words 

the downing of birds

its cute in a way

on the dirty curb

until you do not speak 

lips meet smoke 

and his chest beats weak

you hope for more and pitter patter hearts

yearn and groan for butchering of parts

teeth meet pavement 

hand meets ass

thick skin 

is it worth breakin?

four point five

is it worth it, to try

when they look in

your eyes

staring straight ahead

never planning for future

motives of the undead

saving $ for your sutures

is it worth it, to struggle

to finally have the time 

give a death rattle 

instead of a war cry

breath lines into a page

making it, getting by

bones so cold, body so swollen

are you sure you're not a corpse? 

tripping out his last moments

a slideshow, a montage 

of all youve ever done (its not a lot)

yr family yr friends and yr loved ones (not many left)

are you sure?

are you sure, that this will be your end?

juvenile extermination

have i ever (never) grown past that?

sitting in the stairwell

hiding under bleachers

behind burning buildings, and metaphorically crashed cars 

i found bugs and those who loved

myself, alone, in the dirt

an EXoskeletal INtrovert 

buzzing headphones, sweat down my back

losing my grip (am i a hack?)

failing scores, and tailing-doves

i who love, dishonest hugs

a lightbulb in a dryer drum

the beetles all begin to hum

thrumming from inside my skull

millipedes _____ feeling full

lightning never striking twice

its struck three times all my life

(luck for the unlucky is a comedy)

 

not here

flowing mercurial

surrounded in the sky

my heart falls onto the path

ignorant passersby 

see you over the oceans seperation

local love and, local anesthesia

fallout rain, and kisses soft

touch me, hold their flames aloft

butane burning, scorching smell

oh, by god, youre just as well

creation

this is hard but easy

sometimes concepts possess me 

and I have to expel them 

or I end up anxious and wired

It's easier to say you're happy 

when you're tired of the yelling

theres no other option its pleasing words 

that'll shut you up 

so I may wallow in my state, 

sate my suicidal self and move the fuck on.