So Far Gone - Poem by Freddy Ibarra
The way the sky spits in your face
The day the cries split in your taste
You lay & die, rips in the drapes
Sense the ray sits in your place
Your blades drip in the race
The charade grips on the grace
His fate, lifts you on the rapes
In your face, sky spits in a way
Danger danger. Emotions come with anger.
When every other stranger becomes a player
The game becomes too much
You lose sense in his touch
You try to push away, but he's made your will into mush
Too far gone, now you've ended us.
So far gone... You can't feel how wrong...
Kiss his miss, drips his lips,
Spit drips miss, his lips quick
Quit, his lips don't miss.
My miss is his.
Couple minutes, his fit is finished.
Now I'm so far gone.
So far gone.
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