it's clear for me to see
you're back stabbing me
it's no surprise
just the way it was meant to be
no jesus
no forgiveness
no how to be free
it's clear you think
i speak insanity
it's my fault
i opened the vault
of travasty
&
negativity
&
clearly
i can't fucking see
&
i'm feeling so lazy
&
escaping into some wicked fucking fantacy
&
you're acting so friendly
apperantly
here for me
but your
slavery to scrutany
draining this empty
reality
out of me
orbituary
of peyote
asylum for
the free
unlike me
i'm out of order
no where near sober
fucking getting older
still up to your shoulder
i seem to only inspire disorder
this whole fucking life shit is a blur
my poetry more erraticly letting me see
melting
falling
calling
nothing
this is nothing new
partly true
mostly darkass blue
fucking you
thru & thru
****669****
it's ok
i'll fuck you anyway______
Copyright 2004 sixsixnine matthew parkey II
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