Push a car, Up hill. Home
poem by:
ScarKit
Written
on Sep 11, 2018
Fuck life and fuck love.
Another broken heart
and it’s all getting old.
Getting a hold of my self
Is letting go of my health.
Have WHAT you want.
Take what you want.
Nothing left if Nothing gained.
No pain no gain,
No hair
Rogaine.
Insane
In the membrane.
In vain in my vein
Constantine,
Consistentine,
Con artist tea.
I take a little everyday to gain tolerance to the poison of your love see.
It IS my glove.
Guilty as the universe.
Death to All of earths infidels.
We’re killin all the bees B
No one on their knees
You’re on your knees
I’ll be on my knees
Katana at my needs.
Take a look around to feel the feelings of what life was meant to feel
Left to felt to the carpet
Kept a step to starve it
Harness the karma
You harness the karma sutra
The Kama coochra
Un-interrupted simple ford bed sutra
A bachelor
Of science
Of hate
Gateway to fate
Just fucking masterbate
On a cock
Eat a peacock
Good bye my love
Good, buy my love
Good bye to my love
Good bye to myself.
And apparently to my health?
Signs of decay
Global freezing of hearts
Apathetic unapologetic
Idealistic way of death
Hung up on ropes
Trying to not get unstrung on hope
I just want to be a good Citizen Cope
high on some good dope.
Nope
Trump me
the king surrendered a long time ago
Tramp me trans fucking cock sucking Whore
I wish I had some real dope
Real cope
Real hope
Really elope
Let go
Let love
Let hate
Let blood.