Cutt Out

When ties cut.
The fall will be

massive like.
Lies that touch

the lives of the gullible.
Pure, poor bastards

who also.
Took a life or took there own after…

Im not surprised.
To hear all the

guilt tripping.
Foot clipping.
Thoughts into

self doubt.
Heart breaking how.

You cant feel or hear any push of confidence.

Aggressively being

told that you will make it out…

With a hand full of sillys

and glitter Lillys. Pinching

your nerves, to see them

happy while you suffer.

Wanting nothing in life.

To not be toxic. To

toxic for wanting a friendship. Can’t even comprehend your

own insanity to begin with…..

Down Time

I’m just down…

Nothing more…

Nothing less…

Unless this was…

A cry out…

It’s more like I nest…

In the chest…

Between heaven…

Maybe hell…

I don’t smile…

I don’t frown…

I don’t date…

I don’t dance…

I just wait…

This couch…

Holds my weight…

Like my shoulders…

Triple beem…

Me not awaken…

I  feel like laying…

In loneliness…

As far as I will only get…

I only get why…

Pressure points are soft…

So I’ve open them…

No matter how I sound…

Or how I may laugh…

I’m not a nice man…

I’m not the right man…

I’m bound and gagged…

To the obituaries on my night stand…

If I was ever hurt…

I got no apologies…

If I was ever broke…

No one looked out for me…

Life isn’t a joke…

Nore is it a boat…

To sail me to a fucking…

Promise land…

Trust me…

If I start to cry…

Don’t prey for me…

Prey for the a cannibals carnage…

I left blood behind…

I fear nothing…

Not even the voices inside…

To me…

Lies are my worst enemy…

Human beings are mostly fake…

Like your Gucci jeans…

So much old heroin in my system…

You could extract it…

To make a pekingese…

If I robbed someone and got caught…

I’ll damn near get life in prison…

When we get robbed by the government…

It’s called taxes…

I’m just down…

I’m not practicing………