The Perfect Square

[syd]

It’s my sad picture of boy getting sicker
She can’t extract me from my sick fantasy

Easily told from the tracks in my arm
And the blisters on my lips
And a nose that bleeds hysterically
Tragically defective to be hip
I’ve been left fiercely hollowed and alone.

Prescriptions that don’t bare my name
Sadly all those pills that I ate
Well they just came a couple pills too late

I ask my idea of God to just fix it for me and love me just the same
I’d compensate her so well
Please just do it for me
Just make my days make less apathetic
Oh fuck
Oh God
I’d give her anything if she could just make this fucking thing work

I ask my divinity
As she stares at me with disgust
While I show up sick and late all over again
Please don’t erase me

Goodbye for the last time
She’ll keep trying
But I’ll prove to her I’m worth dying

 

[xxkcxx]

I this.

thank you.

 

[haikod]

this is great, i love to hear about drugs eloquently worded by the user.
it's the best drug education for me
is it odd to feel the sudden urge to drink a real strong cup of opium
for no reason other than for what you briefly read?

 

[Mehm]

damn I love your writing. Hope you feel better soon

 

[ResinTeeth]

Good shit hombre

 

[Raz]

I have nothing else to add except that I love it also, thanks heaps for sharing