this is all i have to clucth onto;

my words.
my poetry.

whatever is left of my time here,
i fear
my death appears closer to the closure.


good by drugs.


good by sober.


bury me into the center of the earths core
& i will show you how the heat gets colder.

lay me to rest with one final breathe
as there is no energy left to smolder.

who cares if i live?

living a life without my kid

speaking of which;

i have seen good kids turn into demons.
all because they were raised by heathens.

you fukkin cretin!!!!

yeah bittch!!!!

im screamin!!!!

i gave you my best!!!!

the best of my semen!!!!

go ahead and cut off my head

try to edit me.

Lord knows you already read me.

huh.

washing away every cut with every
tear when you soo selfishly bled me.

FUUUK ME!!!!

NOOO!!! WAIT!!!

DON'T EVERY FUKKIN TOUCH ME!!!!

BECAUSE IF YOU DO I WILL GIVE THEM
NO REASON TO CUFF ME!!!!

just think, if you appreciated what
you hated

and how
disfunctional he could've been
sharing your life of sin
because of what we created

broken down beyond all repair

if only life was as easy as getting you
out of my hair

i wouldn't care,

but unfortunately i do, because
i am addicted to emotions

living out psychologically disfunctional notions

everytime i want to see what is half of mine
you always remind me of why i despise you

lie after lie you supplied when i gave you
the best of me

our son being the greatest proof

my word.

the truth.


the poetry.

my roots.

here is the bitterness
i can't shake loose

go ahead and kick the chair
where you tied my noose

Fierce write, with a savage flow....

I can actually feel your pain. awesome write. dark but exciting

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HUGGINS for the lil angel and a room full of angry nudists for the devil

love your wrinkles