Keep droppin them guns down the well.
I’m dead
Serious.
Let the mutants rise against
The guard
Dogs.
Soon the push of death
Wow this bitch needs to shut the fuk up
She always needs to fucking say something
Don’t try and be cute
You’re fucking lucky I’m faded,
Otherwise I’d say something useful
And shut you up myself.
Flashes of violence
And torture
Fly through
My
Brain.
What
The
Fuck
Is poetry?
I can’t
Figure out why
You’re talking about peace.
Don’t
Stop it
While it’s in motion
It’s a push
It is the push
Of mental discourse
