I cannot concur the drenching of bitterness believing blindly under every layer of raw relinquishing,rotting,ridiculously weak wedge of bloated flesh

The putrid pool of passive pressure corroding every core of creative structure sterilized from my foaming acidic veins

Like an emaciated unicorn missing a misanthropic horn no longer pure pouring scarlet seething diseased and painted without pastels

Roaming endlessly entranced by an immortal moon of makeshift tombs to tell my horrific endings repetitively singing mercilessly 

Unable to shit that fakery facade of false happy they seek from me in sugar coated sprinkles topped with magical frosting in the land of make believe 

No I am just an unhinged psychopath with a drinking problem proudly on display.Popping euphoria from a bottle of endless shame.With a scowl and an introverted anti social perspective

But I won’t be a puppet for the disapproving superiors trying to look down on me.When they are all actively camouflaging the stains of stagnate darkness with their bottles of blasphemous bleach.


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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