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Miscellaneous
poems

Greving daughter - (by Sudha Darla)
It's hard to sleep...
It's tough to breath
Thinking about the days
The memories we share...
My mind has been corrupt
They have seeded it with doubt
Thoughts will soon erupt
I just want to shout...
I wake up and I pop a pill, it’s the greatest thing, it’s a fucking thrill.
It makes me feel excited to be alive. I’m fast and powerful like a freaking m5.
Just pop and go, you’re ready for the day. That’s what we addicts always say!
You go to work, school, or any other place. The pill never leaves your body, its always in a safe place. Talking to people and getting things done is never a problem, the pill makes it fun. The dosage increases as time passes by, your body gets used to not being shy. You get lost in the feeling of yellow euphoria as your body starts burning like you’re in a crematorium. And what if your dealer gets lost for a day, the panic the anger the frustration, oy vey!!...I move on... - (by Sudha Darla)
Does it sound right?
Does it sound wrong?
It hurts to say we no longer belong to the same world...
I say good night tonight
I know we’ll be alright
But I don’t want to wait the time
That’s why I’m writing this rhyme...
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