four string
Bluelighter
i wrote this at a fucked up point in my life, it's a small glimpse into how i was feeling at the time. a drug addict, about to be evicted from my apartment and living with a girlfriend who was only happy when i bought her drugs. tell me what you think.
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walls - bleached - bare as bones. A man - broken - always reaping as he sows. Neuron receptors snap, a step taken back - a leap to fall in. Dead and desolate behind his eyes. A desert of black has engulfed his mind. A head - held lower than hell. Eyes of an old broken soul, absent of love, absent to hate, just cold and dead to this world. Nothing to empathize, no object to embrace. His voice, reminiscent of the dead deafens as you crumble, but the broken man remains unshaken. Born to fail, destined to lose, brought up to believe nothing that he would choose. Always faltered, silenced, deafened, he slowly grew numb. Wasted youth, forever sheltered, tears cried out of confusion for years to himself not knowing if he was right or if he was wrong. Grinding, gritting teeth, a shattered earth, absorbing into his body. Numbing the world, a blood cell at a time. Sadness, sorrow, loss, and emptiness fill his chest. A second guesser. A second best. Junkie fuck, limp dick. This is what he's grown in to. Every day, tears fill his eyes. Lost in a desert of black, arms with tracks like maps. Pockets - emptied - buried into his arms. A cry for help - a plea of insanity - the wish for a reset button. A black desolate future lies ahead - no light in sight. Death watches him as he sleeps, brushing him every night. An inhale - a shoot in - eyes pin - death walks in. Rotting in filth - a heart that died long ago - pinned to his sleeve. A chest occupied by an empty cavity, a slag void, a black hole. Well deserved for a total asshole. Cold, lifeless, sprawled out on his back, with bowels expelled and flesh colder than ice, died in pain, in agony, in helpless vain. He cheated death for years before, but lost this time. The best method to treat such a flawed case of humanity
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walls - bleached - bare as bones. A man - broken - always reaping as he sows. Neuron receptors snap, a step taken back - a leap to fall in. Dead and desolate behind his eyes. A desert of black has engulfed his mind. A head - held lower than hell. Eyes of an old broken soul, absent of love, absent to hate, just cold and dead to this world. Nothing to empathize, no object to embrace. His voice, reminiscent of the dead deafens as you crumble, but the broken man remains unshaken. Born to fail, destined to lose, brought up to believe nothing that he would choose. Always faltered, silenced, deafened, he slowly grew numb. Wasted youth, forever sheltered, tears cried out of confusion for years to himself not knowing if he was right or if he was wrong. Grinding, gritting teeth, a shattered earth, absorbing into his body. Numbing the world, a blood cell at a time. Sadness, sorrow, loss, and emptiness fill his chest. A second guesser. A second best. Junkie fuck, limp dick. This is what he's grown in to. Every day, tears fill his eyes. Lost in a desert of black, arms with tracks like maps. Pockets - emptied - buried into his arms. A cry for help - a plea of insanity - the wish for a reset button. A black desolate future lies ahead - no light in sight. Death watches him as he sleeps, brushing him every night. An inhale - a shoot in - eyes pin - death walks in. Rotting in filth - a heart that died long ago - pinned to his sleeve. A chest occupied by an empty cavity, a slag void, a black hole. Well deserved for a total asshole. Cold, lifeless, sprawled out on his back, with bowels expelled and flesh colder than ice, died in pain, in agony, in helpless vain. He cheated death for years before, but lost this time. The best method to treat such a flawed case of humanity
