by Novadreamz on March 14. © C.j. Slim, All rights reserved
The sense, was slightly sightly more dense.
When it came to a brief belief of peace.
Before the double headed snake.
Decided to be a slithery flake.
To make tormenting sound to heace.
Back into my life, to put back that knife.
It never will ever seem to seace.
The poison if bitten.
Better have your coffin fitten.
6 feet, buried neet in the ground decease.
Sickening thoughts continue in my mind haunts.
trickling down the back of my throat the feeling it taunts.
Dangling jangling in front of my eyes only to brag it flaunts.
I despise, the tears that beed up salty tasting raw wiping drys.
In hell, it will be a better judgement for the matter frys.
Sunny side up, that's what's up, tall glass forever time pass crys.
For all the lies that were fed the taste of it I dred but it to dies.
I hope and pray so very much I can say that the coals are piling up on highes.
I'm done with this verse of negative pressure to measure no need to say anymore goodbyes.
©n0vadr3amz
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