Diablo
08-21-2023, 04:10 PM
blood red sunset, a landscape commissioned myself
habitually helpless. its demoralising, this isn’t healthy
visions of hellfire and brimstone, razed to the ground
aimlessly counting my final minutes in the flames that surround me
maybe I’m drowning
not just in hope or despair
the coasts unaware if I’m waving or just choking for air
nobody cares, including me. those days are the past
wake up to transient ultraviolent light tryna break through the glass
faced with the task of making the bed but i don’t see the point
it only annoys me when I repeat the cycle over. the loitering
smokers cough to start the day, black tar on my lungs
hardened in substance, the evil grows the more dark it becomes
part of my subconscious wonders if the damage is real
it’s hard having to deal with the death of something you cant actually feel
no emotion. social constructs don’t appeal to my psyche
ive friends feeding an IV in elusive veins that speak of me highly
that’s deep as the silence that they sleep in where they feel like theyre giants
real as my fear of ‘em dying from something we were suppling
cheap as the mindlessness of wasted youth and promises are
stopping on Yardman’s Hill to throw stones into oncoming cars
wasn’t as smart as we believed. fuck it, who is it at that age?
habitual daydreamers. lights out night owls don’t live for the day
criminal cases saw me outside more than my father
always in bother, my life a soap opera caught up in drama
or court where they charged us with petty offences. men of the trenches
still buried my head in my hands when momma wept at my sentence
ended up sending me down to the cells. man I’ll never forget it
dreaded the everyday but it gave me time to myself for reflection
welcome to desperateville, rock bottom. population of one
used to gaze at the sun from behind bars in isolation and wonder
if id make it the other side to see sunnier days
i saw nothing but hatred burning through combustible flames
struck from the face of it. felt like we were one and the same
brothers estranged, so close yet so far apart in multiple ways
we had nothing to say we didn’t know had already been said
embers of reddened fury destined to meet our eventual ends
heads full of remnants from days gone by in our youthful exuberance
the two of us ruined it for ourselves. though the future looks luminous,
the premise is death. life’s fundamentally finite and everything ends
friends become memories, guess how they’re remembered depends
who’s telling the story. selling them short or retaining their worth
paint me as perfect they’ll think you’re talking bout a way different person
maybe she’s worth it, maybe the makeup hides who she is
hiding her skins imperfections, the truth behind every wrinkle
our laughter lines and our dimples were why people love us the most
everyone looks ugly up close if you throw ‘em under the scope
trust me I know it well. my advice is pick one with beautiful eyes
truth is you’ll find them as stunning long after their youth has subsided
losing my sight isn’t a worry. if my eyes plunge into darkness
i’ll say fuck it regardless, I was never much to look at to start with
munched on more carpets than dust mites in every room of the house
right through from penthouse suites to crack dens with users around
syringe on the floor. had to watch where I was swinging my balls
hitting it raw knowing one wrong move and positively she yours
could count her ribs through the floral dress draping her shoulders
face full of open sores. wouldn’t know it once the ladys bent over
came and I rolled a blunt, some Cali strain I picked up in Oakland
sip from a cold one. tomorrow aint promised, live for the moment
habitually helpless. its demoralising, this isn’t healthy
visions of hellfire and brimstone, razed to the ground
aimlessly counting my final minutes in the flames that surround me
maybe I’m drowning
not just in hope or despair
the coasts unaware if I’m waving or just choking for air
nobody cares, including me. those days are the past
wake up to transient ultraviolent light tryna break through the glass
faced with the task of making the bed but i don’t see the point
it only annoys me when I repeat the cycle over. the loitering
smokers cough to start the day, black tar on my lungs
hardened in substance, the evil grows the more dark it becomes
part of my subconscious wonders if the damage is real
it’s hard having to deal with the death of something you cant actually feel
no emotion. social constructs don’t appeal to my psyche
ive friends feeding an IV in elusive veins that speak of me highly
that’s deep as the silence that they sleep in where they feel like theyre giants
real as my fear of ‘em dying from something we were suppling
cheap as the mindlessness of wasted youth and promises are
stopping on Yardman’s Hill to throw stones into oncoming cars
wasn’t as smart as we believed. fuck it, who is it at that age?
habitual daydreamers. lights out night owls don’t live for the day
criminal cases saw me outside more than my father
always in bother, my life a soap opera caught up in drama
or court where they charged us with petty offences. men of the trenches
still buried my head in my hands when momma wept at my sentence
ended up sending me down to the cells. man I’ll never forget it
dreaded the everyday but it gave me time to myself for reflection
welcome to desperateville, rock bottom. population of one
used to gaze at the sun from behind bars in isolation and wonder
if id make it the other side to see sunnier days
i saw nothing but hatred burning through combustible flames
struck from the face of it. felt like we were one and the same
brothers estranged, so close yet so far apart in multiple ways
we had nothing to say we didn’t know had already been said
embers of reddened fury destined to meet our eventual ends
heads full of remnants from days gone by in our youthful exuberance
the two of us ruined it for ourselves. though the future looks luminous,
the premise is death. life’s fundamentally finite and everything ends
friends become memories, guess how they’re remembered depends
who’s telling the story. selling them short or retaining their worth
paint me as perfect they’ll think you’re talking bout a way different person
maybe she’s worth it, maybe the makeup hides who she is
hiding her skins imperfections, the truth behind every wrinkle
our laughter lines and our dimples were why people love us the most
everyone looks ugly up close if you throw ‘em under the scope
trust me I know it well. my advice is pick one with beautiful eyes
truth is you’ll find them as stunning long after their youth has subsided
losing my sight isn’t a worry. if my eyes plunge into darkness
i’ll say fuck it regardless, I was never much to look at to start with
munched on more carpets than dust mites in every room of the house
right through from penthouse suites to crack dens with users around
syringe on the floor. had to watch where I was swinging my balls
hitting it raw knowing one wrong move and positively she yours
could count her ribs through the floral dress draping her shoulders
face full of open sores. wouldn’t know it once the ladys bent over
came and I rolled a blunt, some Cali strain I picked up in Oakland
sip from a cold one. tomorrow aint promised, live for the moment