Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
Okay, some lines here are heard from somewhere else or modified a bit. Just some thoughts and flow of thought. Take it as poetry if you wish.
Just like blood, years are draining out in sewer.
Every other shirt has blood drips on them.
I gave this life little finger, it gave me royal flush back.
Now i'm fucked up and no idea what's going on home.
I have became what i feared young, which is my father.
Sure friend, give me something now and i'll pay you later.
When i get angry and drunk it ends up in me or someone else in infusion.
Why should we die, if any of us aren't even alive?
I affect the social circles i'm in like anti-psychotics do central nervous system.
I learned to swim after having to burn couple of bridges.
My veins are screaming for Miss 0.45mm to come and meet them.
It has been few hours since last shot, but fuck it.
Emotions? Something i remember from years ago.
Would probably get intimitaded by them anyways.
Cops always on my door, but here i'm still writing for you.
So what fucking what if i get evicted? I can live on the sofa next to mall.
Speed pays sleep debts, death pays sleep debts.
Smoking on whatever, been a junkie since i was a child.
I'm dead man walking, great man talking and if you get to my nerves ill turn to dead man stalking.
My words are fucking art.
You can never be good enough for me. Understand it you fucking whore.
You learned only one way home, now you can't leave.
You didn't think that was the plan all way along?
If you don't have self-discipline you don't even deserve freedom.
Manipulation, betrayal, backstabbing - it's all on my menu.
Call me.
Just like blood, years are draining out in sewer.
Every other shirt has blood drips on them.
I gave this life little finger, it gave me royal flush back.
Now i'm fucked up and no idea what's going on home.
I have became what i feared young, which is my father.
Sure friend, give me something now and i'll pay you later.
When i get angry and drunk it ends up in me or someone else in infusion.
Why should we die, if any of us aren't even alive?
I affect the social circles i'm in like anti-psychotics do central nervous system.
I learned to swim after having to burn couple of bridges.
My veins are screaming for Miss 0.45mm to come and meet them.
It has been few hours since last shot, but fuck it.
Emotions? Something i remember from years ago.
Would probably get intimitaded by them anyways.
Cops always on my door, but here i'm still writing for you.
So what fucking what if i get evicted? I can live on the sofa next to mall.
Speed pays sleep debts, death pays sleep debts.
Smoking on whatever, been a junkie since i was a child.
I'm dead man walking, great man talking and if you get to my nerves ill turn to dead man stalking.
My words are fucking art.
You can never be good enough for me. Understand it you fucking whore.
You learned only one way home, now you can't leave.
You didn't think that was the plan all way along?
If you don't have self-discipline you don't even deserve freedom.
Manipulation, betrayal, backstabbing - it's all on my menu.
Call me.
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