some days i feel wrapped in paper,
held together with your spit
full of shit tobacco
cheaper than a pack of cigarettes
keep me deep in your pocket,
where i cant get out
you roll me so tight i cant breathe
trailing smoke into the air i burn from the inside out
throw me on the ground, the sad end of what i used to be
laughing as you stamp out whats left of me
some days i feel thin as paper,
one small square to fuel your trip
psychedelic head games
cheaper than a ten-strip
keep me deep in your pocket,
a tab in a plastic bag
where i cant get out
all drugged up with nowhere to run
put me under your tongue and swallow me down
till all of me belongs to you
the air i breathe, the shit i do
cuz im not strong enough to be
more than another hit to you
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wow... you're such a good writer! i love how real the emotion and despair are.
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thanks a lot. this is one of my favs that ive written
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What the fuck?
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holy shit.
amazing.
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Oh wow. Powerful imagery. So intense. I have to agree with the previous comment, it is dark and powerful.
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Really lays it on the line, can't imagine being like this anymore, have been there before though. very dark and powerful.
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This is a very prolific, and very gritty real poem, it really is very good good imagry, nice rgythm, and nice volcabulary, thanks for sharing littlefishone
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