Morning News Read Poem by Not Long Left

superstition, malnutrion,
stop the rocks,
before the body clock stops.
veins burning,
chemical lava flows through,
i'm escaping from the thought of losing
you.
its too bad you cant see
me
stting in a pool of my piss,
whilst flying high on a cloud of bliss.
i breath to smoke,
i sleep in the hope
not to wake up,
inside the t.v,
i am counting all the smiles
that you robbed from me.

the local newspapers ink,
leaves me to me think,
would my sucide stain,
your hands too.
whilst you sip your morning
coffee,
there in front of you my face will be,
a picture to haunt your every living day,
your fucked me over,
and this is how you'll pay.
so for now i sit,
with my gloom,
tonight i shall sleep,
knowing soon you shall weep.
sweat dreams and hysterical screams.