Tomorrows Reflection

Rhythm of my ill mentality conflicting with my wasted personality that speaks of raw emotion towards my directed devotion for bloody fights and long nights just tryin to fuckin forget my embarrassment’s debt. So I simply think crazy shit that I really don’t wan’t to admit. But I’ll hint to what I mean and explain the hectic obscene. Sometimes I’m color blind to the tripped out visions I find. They always repeat, as I lay between sheets and awake grippin a wish that I can’t even manage to kiss. You in the arms of another I think listen motherfucker I can become your worst nightmare and I’m everything but fair meaning I’ll rip through your screams and infect your god damn dreams like you did me, way back when she left me. But enough of my anger focused on this stranger that locks eyes with my reflection in tomorrow’s twisted resurrection chanting I like the paint on my finger tips that used to massage a cruel shadow’s hips but my knuckles are thick and my bitten tongue’s sick cuz I don’t speak what I think I just let my desires gradually sink. Like when I see beauty but feel so ugly so I let it slide and hope it don’t bug me. I continue to run for no reason and savor this freezing cold season cuz I can relate to the snow flakes, rising up away from the fakes. Those pieces of shit staying down cuz the wind is too strong to get around. Fuck that I trudge on and make sure I’m long gone cuz I’m sick of my past so imma drop it as fast as I possibly can as long as I stand on my own trembling two, fists up waitin on you. I move on to a new thought as I clutch on to what I caught. Sittin under a sea of stars drowning in mismatching bars that imma recite to myself to revisit the shit that I’ve felt. I exhale smoky split lip smiles for endless miles cuz that’s the only time I can truly relieve my mind from the bullshit I gripped and the vodka I sipped to sleep through the night without dreaming up might to overcome my beautiful pain and revitalize my iris’ insane. Yet, amidst the drawbacks I barely make contact but grasp and drag facts about how I like to physically bleed and it’s the only thing I actually need to smile at my reflection and sidetrack a single moment’s depression. But ask my dad, that doesn’t mean I’m a man, just a lonely monster with too much time on his hands. I breathe in everyone’s sin and cough up what reality’s been. Am I the only one here that’s been truly sincere. Nah, you’re okay too but don’t think I don’t see the shit that you do. We’re all devils but on different levels so please just talk to me.. and walk with me.. only with permission I’ll quietly listen to your sadness of life with newly found sight to hug you.. and love you.. and explain that whatever takes place I’ll be waiting here to embrace so don’t worry you’re not alone in this world drenched in unknown I can be right by your side when all the bullshit collides. So let yourself go and let the sadness just flow, just keep it a secret though. Cuz trust me.. I’d know.