haha cool here it is
I don’t trust myself when I’m alone
My lips, cracked and raw
retching and gagging
Bleeding from someplace
And my brain is lagging
22 years could not prepare me enough
For sharing a bong with god on the sidewalk
I should’ve asked him, “whys this shit so rough?”
I’d like to hear his excuse, let the man talk
I have a message to deliver
But I don’t remember
Who, what, where
And when I smile
He does not return the gesture,
Rather, he bares his teeth
Cracked by gravel and yellowed by smoke
Very cool who wants to hear another? Ok here we go:
I feel like I’ve been beaten by a stick,
But I’m always like this, always sick
Frail bones, excessive sweating,
My swollen nodes have me betting
That death is near
Because of constant fear,
The throwing up,
The falling down,
My deepest cut,
My constant frown,
My scars aren’t healing,
And I think my skin is peeling?
How many medications again?
I lost count after 10
9 14 19 1 14 5
It’s a miracle I’m still alive
16 1 14 9 3
Dad passed it down to me.
It’s been days
That I’ve been in this feverish haze
Cold medicine trails
And cough suppressant tales
There it goes, my only hope,
Up and away in a cloud of smoke
Exit holes for the worms
Deep beneath my skin
They all take turns
Making me grin.
“Ooh, look at me,
I’ve got bugs in my teeth,
But do you want to see
What lurks beneath?”
The infection tastes like honey,
Sickly sweet.
My nose is runny,
I guess this is defeat.
Phrenectomy 