I wrote this as a reflection on the disturbingly decadent lifestyles of a few females i've come in contact with... drowning in superficial BS will be the means to their end....
secrets slip past my thirsty ears
could lean and listen but
instead im drowning sunshine in barrels of beer
forever fancy
the world is my disco ball
loving the refractions and how they pulse my pupils
blindness is fun when it seems temporary
new shit new shit
red shit blue shit
love and the other shit that aint.
life is pretty when you see it through cream lace right?
forgetting most veils only come in black
toes painted promiscuous
eyes stabbing whatevers in view
as if they were creating a shish kabob of things to be had
to be had
i once was alright
now im swell
...and swellin
and the weasel foreshadows the sound of my demise
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ok so i followed this whole poem line by line subconsiousy performing it on a stage with my whole life on a projector in the background...
does that make sense?
i really tried to take u to that place
it was creapy but i loved every second of it..
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