Post Part'em Depression - poems and stuff

[Immolate]

i guess
i give up
emotionally i dont want any one to get close to me ever again i lived that and never again
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tiny violins she played like a fiddle
i think about the girls, they're gonna
drown out there
they'll


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never make it without me

i said id be better than their father and i'd never let go but i lied

[Immolate]

my poor girls

[Mr. J]

yo, yo...

yo...


my heart open, she stab me
left shards broken
now Im no longer happy
how odd can that be?
a dream, fate sent me a fake addy
now Im on the suicide hotline
sir...are you ok?
but I aint got time to answer
so next time I see her Ill ask her
we got along right?
my tears are a real thing yo?
or at least I think so?
maybe Im sweatin from the tension
with my jeans stretched out
gotta hide an erection
now Im heart broken
& hard...
hopin

[Immolate]

i feel like death

she wanted a hit record i was thinking of when Wreck hit her last weekend in the park

It could've been my mom, her head was bouncing on the yard

my sister could've been right there

maybe she was, i was just staring and unaware and auroras and stars away

whatev

[Crash Carson]

Had a girl suck me like I suck at punches
Felt safe and secure she was left hooked like sucker punches
Used wordplay like foreplay. Told her of what's to come
First was nice but this time was twice as hard, on the up and up
And the third time was the charm. Fucked her stupid that's dumb luck
We got wasted then I ended up fisting her she was punch drunk.

[Adverse]

Yeah,
I used to be vexed of your affection picking petals from flowers
In retrospect there were probably better ways to be spending my hours
But i was in over my head, like water dispensed from the shower
Meddlesome put you on a high pedestal and you fell from the tower
You turned me to an art scholar and taught me where to draw the line
The heart of this fallen scribe turned from Valentines to Columbine
The softer parts of my brain remember your cotton touch from a forgotten time
But i no longer find love in those hallow, olive eyes

[Immolate]

she caught a body
no trust falls, just shotties
check the scoreboard
she touchdown in Lottie

what is this emptiness
no fulfillment from empty climps
Louisana,
in new york they want her to go ape
but she not bananas
she saw what happened to Woody in Atlanta