Empty drug bags scattered
Empty souls drive circles
The morning sky cries tears of melancholy purple
Reflect on my folly, colony of ruins
Demagogy as I ponder a wasteland of sewage
Littered with glimmers of flickering pictures
Clip my quick, blood drips into the mixture
Cold shoulder culture injected with shivers
Slivers of hope mixed with dope and elixir
See no balance as I walk the tight rope
Cope with instability no medicine can make me whole
Since I was a kid I didn't fit into the normal mold
Cut off at the knees by the head of the household
Always a little different, begging them to stay
Drifted off into a haze the second that they walked away
Play by myself in the center of my universe
Perfect place to introduce an introvert
Preconceived daydream
Romanticizing Hades
Heaven comes clean when the wash buckets draining
Observe my little pipe dreams
Break me! Let me flood the Earth
Bathe in serene, break the cycle
Learn my worth
The academe scheme
Grade by degrees
Fade with the credits or get lost in a jaded scene
Look forward toward the sunset
Light flickers like the tip of my cigarette
The screams beyond me
Tormented and guttural
Look at myself in the reflection of puddles
Soul reacts to the time lapse, snap out of the haze
No need to dissect the past when it replays
See the days drip out of my cracks
Play truth or dare with the future I have
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem