GumbyHole

I am lost
in claymation
like times so long
ago forgotten
I am as real as
plastic and
I deserve to feel
this rotten
feverish cotton
Forgetten myself
my selfish centered ways
I ride the rush
waves for ways
road it paves
to Hell with good intentions
blockheads forgotten
And I should mention
that I'm the last standing
trying to fight me
all the others jus left
and said let it be
But I'd rather bleed for
my sin
cuz baby it's you
who will never win

poison IV

Summer is here
but Winter's
feeling hasn't quite
left yet
Go outside
a walk in the woods
for breathing room
My lungs need
Leaves of Grass
I burn, I burn
can't wait my turn
fast cuz I'm
afraid I may
regress
No new punctures
for a couple months
Maybe I can
jus this once
plunked on the dirt
sneaking blood drips
crimson on the Flora
I sink
but no bathroom floor
to grab me
betray myself again
so much barely
I blink
into existence
trees surrounding me
plant life
I wipe
my arm off
and finally breathe
None of the pain
of being now
I can get free
out of the black-
hike my chosen path
for these precious minutes
I think I'm
truly alive
clock ticks crawl
I am an insect
Forever sick
of it All

Water Soluble

My light is faded
inside but
I wanna shine
My self loathing
and hatred
are best friends of mine
We go everywhere together
talk about the weather
this black rain cloud
to which I am tethered
Johnnies do it better
100 proof peppermint
my cortex will sever
such is my inTent
City not so pretty
walking tho
my spine is bent
my skin is dripping, fading,
decay, huffing solvent
Wrote a letter: Dear parent
I tried to survive,
insides- they jus died
Sorry for your lament
Windex clear,
tell em all he didn't care
when he went
Burn the body
so no zombie
Jus Soma, and a lot of sweat
No regret for this death
I am jus a Crystal Mess
who, let's be honest,
barely made a dent