'My Nightmare Draws'
In the very back of my throat was your quit
Coming in strong was the everyday bullshit
Hidden days to cross off another embrace
Nothing eases my mind of darkness' trace
Everyday my voice screaming from inside
The stinging agony flowing both far & wide
Each time I wake, my eyes burning in rage
Rising like anger of a loaded twelve gauge
My misery splatters against the white walls
Pumping vengeance, my nightmare draws
A truth of reality slaps me right in the face
I have no more rainbows that I can chase
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
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