the pressures of life, build in the gauge heating the dwelling of my inner cage slowly but surely, though no one can see my melting frame will blow spontaneously ive tried to put the fires out from within but the steam that i've vented has been placed back in if no one will listen before its too late I'll be breaking the lock from my own hells gate as the years go by, ive grown a desire to die my anger and hate subside, only when im truly high this sadness can only be delayed by the drugs that quell my rage even the art that ive made, seems pathetic in so many ways throw all my poems into the eternal fireS of smokey mounds bearing burning rubber tires because, they both emit pollution like words from liars that enflame the heart with false hopes and desires drugs and depression the focus of my life two negative forces that should be not entwined sharing similarities they are thus the same kind one poison the body, another poisons the mind all the works of my creativity are powered by my sordid affinity for the self destructive ways which craze, surround and imprison me the sole escape ive ever seen lies between coke and amphetamine nitrous oxide, heroin and a barking joy known as ketamine my homocidal potential, dispelled by molecular material dissociatives, narcotics, and any kind of benzo i, can only hope these highs will be forever sustained lest i come down, only to be found with a blown out brain you see the, drugs hit my mind like waves on the shoreline the pain comes the same but has affected me for more time when i come down, harsh reality received so unless the sea drowns me from the misery ill suffocate in the land of my own sobriety throw all my poems into the eternal fireS of smokey mounds bearing burning rubber tires because they both emit pollution like words from liars that enflame the heart with false hopes and desires drugs and depression the focus of my life two negative forces that should be not entwined sharing similarities they are thus the same kind one poison the body, another poisons the mind

crawling through life as a sickly little creature with long skinny legs and eyes like leeches eggs pilfering through orifices as slime breaches through the protective membranes of premature fetuses it waits to eat them as it waits to be foreseen whether or not life is but a dream within a dream my nihilistic creature in the abyss of madness staring into the truth of its own non existence slowly creeping through the darkness while living with no guidance or a solitary vision its hopes for the future destroyed by events of its past a creature waits in the dark for the end to come at last there are enemies afoot as there are flies near the well the trash must be avoided, flee the places where they dwell a hunger artist with no audience, as stomach pain surrounds it self starvation skills nothing if not to be applauded it sits alone in its pity dark, disgusting and gritty blind in the every capability swelling with morbidity it awakes covered in liquid ,the smell of which inspid spells out rot so vivid in the nasal image slowly creeping through the darkness while living with no guidance or a solitary vision its hopes for the future destroyed by events of its past a creature waits in the dark for the end to come at last the beast insists its god is nothingness with rips on the dilapidated shell of its skin unloved in its misery abandoned by its friends its desire for sleep beacons Death with a grin i hate this monster with all my heart ill hit this monster until i rip it apart with bloodshed gurgling the screams of the beast its throat ripped into miniscule pieces

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feeling insane from fermented malt grain dont give a shit about the alcoholic brain pour it up to the brim when im sippin gin feeling confident, and looking for some weird sin hips gettin tipsy when im drinking whiskey might grab them titties when im feeling frisky where the afterparty at when im drinking muscat need a cigarette, im Mr. COPD like that till my lungs cough up a coal tar diamond ill drink and smoke even if im vomiting better make a quick run to the liquor store i feel like getting drunk till im passed out on the floor if you want to know the reason why i drink why the bitter liquid simply chases off my pain the intensity of the feeling is a state of drunken blissfulness only surpassed by my total fucking dizziness no chaser for my savior when im sipping liquor bands will make her dance but vodka does it quicker splitting cases like a pair of alcoholic lawyers with DUI trials sleeping in courtroom foyers not a good impression on my twelve step progression falling off the stairs slicked with drunken confessions in wine there is truth like microphone shaped booze sang karoake and got a little too loose bitching about my exes and the battle of the sexes im my own cockblock on some drunken lessons rather drink alone like a wailing sad stone watching dvds on my tv while jerkin off to porn but when it gets a bit lonely need more alcohol to hold me i take a walk out on the scene before i get too fucking cozy down a couple shots while im looking at the clock fuck last call homie, it's time to fucking rock pregamed as fuck when i hit up the bar lets see if these two bucks can take me sorta far bar tab racked up, a bitch im bout to smack up cigarettes all gone, i need to repack up dont give a shit about prices in my drunken mindset ill drink a whole fifth along with several other vices alcohol psychosis since my habits are myopic see me drinking vodka like im listening to chopin memory got me blankin like a pic with joseph stalin penchant for some violence after a couple long islands slave to the present moment self-control is forfeit stealing other people tips while im geting fucking ripped all because im thirsty and i need another sip of the liquid escape that my liver really hates as cirhossis leads it to completely dissipate but the drinking doesnt just lead to liver sickness this substance is known by cali for being cancerous california uber alles off some fucking daquiries they got me feeling dumb like alcohol syndrome triple x on the drum off some keg stands of rum but here im sitting on the stool, lookin like a drunken fool walking home like a tool since my dick aint wearing drool need some ethanol to fight this alcohol withdrawal since physical dependence just isn't ethical dont you try to guilt me about my day drinking ill do anything to quell my next day shaking blackout when i smash out, thats how i turn the lights out another day in the life of a motherfucking boozehound late at night feeling like my head is spinning bitter thoughts racing with conciousness slipping away into blacked out decay, i realize im an alcoholic but its okay wasted on the big gameday if my team doesnt win, well my wifes gonna pay on the topic of vomit i got it dont let me stay after tonics got a rejection habit like when jimi hendrix had it rest in peace to the guitar beast who talked about castles in the sand a reflection of ambition torn by drunken oblivion land bought myself a hobby bar but its already gone same with the friends who drank all of it up i wonder if they were just chilling for that gin and juice but friends are just two bodies in the same bottle of booze so drink it till its finished, or till our friendship ends too since we've got no goals, no happiness, and nothing to lose