lately i've been feeling a little distracted, blasted by masses and missin my mission.
it's a strange situation i find myself facin', embracing my power while pullin from past influences to enjoy life on lower levels...so of course i wrote a poem.
i often use the analogy of suicide by gunshot to symbolize breaking out of current patterns. worry not, mis amigos, i write it out so it doesn't fester and pop, taking me with it. embrace the darkness that everything may lie in the light...lovin that. :)
you've been warned, now read on:
Goddamm*t I just wanna put a f*ckin gun to my head
End it all now, lay my blood on the bed
But if I'm dead then who will hear the words that I've said
I've forced too many situations now I'm f*cked in the head
Don't feel special no more
Just a bore in a hat
Thought I was the smoothest cat
Now I just feel lazy and fat
Gone hazy with the confusion that too often comes
From drinking myself numb
This sh*t is dumb
But it's real so I succumb
To the feeling of failure
Another trailer for a film that has yet to be written
'Cause I'm too busy, smitten
With kittens who care less
If I'm under strain or duress
Just care for caresses that I provide at my best
But these kisses are mine now
No sense in tryin, how
Can I spend so much time lyin'
On a bed of beliefs that
Bring misery
Mayhem struggle and grief
Gotta keep this sh*t brief
Cause my bed's callin me
No one sees me bleed
At one in the mornin
With the .38 warm.
Posted
Jun 23 2008, 01:47 PM
by
mateo@getselfcentered.com