The clock ticks, seconds by seconds, minutes by minutes, hour after hour.
How did I come to not be aware of the last time I took a shower?
Negligence and filth surely did come to devour.
Responsibility and care comes to show no power.
Metaphorically as if they jumped off a tower.
This picture has gone from sweet to sour.
A succulent kiwi inverts to a spoiled lime.
It's sickening how this became from unimagined or unacceptable to be fine.
Observance of my body occurs with the passing time.
This position is uncomfortable, ugly, unkind.
When will this knotted up mess unwind?
Dirt builds up under twenty nails, apathy prevails.
The skin has turned from tan & moist to pale and dry.
Due to not going outside, staying in getting high.
No.
I resist to ask myself: "Why?"
Inadvertent with my reply, all I do is sigh.
Why bother to wear something other than a loose T-shirt and baggy sweats?
After all, there are no requirements to be met.
The image of a bum, with my carelessness is what I get.
Tops, bottoms, socks, nothing has to match.
The uglier, ugly duckling sure did hatch.
The fisherman hooked this lost girl; he's got his catch,
The most truly beautiful ones of the batch.
Demons beating angels in this here match.
Time continues to pass.
How long will this hell last?
I wish things can be as they were in the past.
Living now just to grab my pipe and mask.
I choose to take this time to think.
The eyes have come to sink.
Wide-eyed, do I even blink?
Apparel stinks.
Breaking links.
Again, I sigh as my heart beats fast, yet sinks.
Satisfied, the devil winks.
There is no doubt this situation's gone hairy.
Literally, not having been shaved, this body's hygiene is scary.
Why have I gone so unwary?
The devil admires his work, he is merry.
He shows no sympathy and I'm far past crying on a shoulder.
This darkness persists and it's only growing colder.
Tolling on the mind, body and soul, this weight like a rugged, heavy boulder.
My oiley unkempt hair let's off an unappealing odor.
Ended up not showering last night, instead knocking out in my clothes.
Woke up felt icky and brought back some memories from the past and I decided to write this while feeling a little dirty. Not finished with it yet, but will at some point after my shower! *hopping in*
How did I come to not be aware of the last time I took a shower?
Negligence and filth surely did come to devour.
Responsibility and care comes to show no power.
Metaphorically as if they jumped off a tower.
This picture has gone from sweet to sour.
A succulent kiwi inverts to a spoiled lime.
It's sickening how this became from unimagined or unacceptable to be fine.
Observance of my body occurs with the passing time.
This position is uncomfortable, ugly, unkind.
When will this knotted up mess unwind?
Dirt builds up under twenty nails, apathy prevails.
The skin has turned from tan & moist to pale and dry.
Due to not going outside, staying in getting high.
No.
I resist to ask myself: "Why?"
Inadvertent with my reply, all I do is sigh.
Why bother to wear something other than a loose T-shirt and baggy sweats?
After all, there are no requirements to be met.
The image of a bum, with my carelessness is what I get.
Tops, bottoms, socks, nothing has to match.
The uglier, ugly duckling sure did hatch.
The fisherman hooked this lost girl; he's got his catch,
The most truly beautiful ones of the batch.
Demons beating angels in this here match.
Time continues to pass.
How long will this hell last?
I wish things can be as they were in the past.
Living now just to grab my pipe and mask.
I choose to take this time to think.
The eyes have come to sink.
Wide-eyed, do I even blink?
Apparel stinks.
Breaking links.
Again, I sigh as my heart beats fast, yet sinks.
Satisfied, the devil winks.
There is no doubt this situation's gone hairy.
Literally, not having been shaved, this body's hygiene is scary.
Why have I gone so unwary?
The devil admires his work, he is merry.
He shows no sympathy and I'm far past crying on a shoulder.
This darkness persists and it's only growing colder.
Tolling on the mind, body and soul, this weight like a rugged, heavy boulder.
My oiley unkempt hair let's off an unappealing odor.
Ended up not showering last night, instead knocking out in my clothes.
Woke up felt icky and brought back some memories from the past and I decided to write this while feeling a little dirty. Not finished with it yet, but will at some point after my shower! *hopping in*
