Gas filled brain,
And the uncertain rain,
Interposition of my,
Useless self,
Gastrocynide,
Medicine for my,
Absent self!
Impulsive compulsions,
raking in the sleep,
Popping in the pills,
for another,
dreamless sleep!
Screaming blurs,
Of the television..
Saintlike faces..
expressions devoid,
the clown faced,
room..stinking...
Stale coffee..
Gastrocynide,
Medicine for my,
absent brain!!
Nerves failing,
Guns falling,
Dylan blaring,
Machine hating,
Fascist killing,
Voices whirl,
Inside my head!
Red,blue..
Red,blue and green..
Black...
The molotov cocktail,
Flies..
Dousing in pain..
Fucked up pain..
Gastrocynide!
Medicine for,
Ending it all,
In no pain!
-S.S.s(19/09/09)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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Wish we could indeed take up a medicine for ending all pain...
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ReplyDeletegastro-cyanide...kobe je aashbe!!!
curing all the pain(WHICH ARE IN SEVERE GASTRITIS FORM!!)......gastro-cyanide...
COOL!!
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ReplyDeleteback with a bang...
buko meets dick meets joel,,
wonderful.. cynical...sarcastic...\m/
Yea...it screams METALLLL~!
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