I'm Sick. and tired. worn out and beaten im tapped out, exhausted, and drained. im overworked and overused...
I'm Sick and filthy, im rotten and unclean. repulsive and revolting, scum of the earth, repugnant vermin...
I'm Sick, addicted. im strung out and doped up, itching and shaking, im fiending for escape in a pill or bump or shot...
I'm Sick, and diseased, riddled with viruses and infections. vomitting and bleeding and contagious, plagued and quarentined and dying.
I'm Sick and twisted, im fucked up and evil and viscious, cold hearted and sadistic. im cruel and loveless, i need to make everything bleed...
I'm Sick..and dying..im filled with endless sorrow, my scars and cuts, my tears and screams...
i really hope this is poetry...
ReplyDeletei hope you get better :)
ReplyDeletenice one, man..
ReplyDeletenice blog. following.
ReplyDeleteBummer dude.
ReplyDeletei hope you're well man, despite what is written there :)
ReplyDeletedark very dark.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get better :( I will follow
ReplyDeletenice blog , following this
ReplyDeleteI hope you arent like this in person
ReplyDeleteThey say life is a terminal disease. . .
ReplyDeleteI hope you're really not sick!