Strive

I really am trying hard

 

One day I will, 

I surely will. 

Will promise to kill.

That inner city to nil. 

To be filled.  

That lives.

That forgives. 

 

I’m lost. 

In the stock. 

Sinner borned. 

But forgot. 

He is the shock. 

Shock that knocks. 

To the black door, their boss. 

Falls and falls. 

Stable not. 

Starting to walk. 

 

Living is easy. 

Remaining alive is freely.

Supposed to be. 

Totally empty. 

I know it gently. 

Across my axis, mentally. 

Crime killing deeds.

What do you need? 

A rope that feeds. 

The sweetish life out to feel.

Incomplete. 

Figuratively. 

No knots to deal. 

Precisely

Jumping out on the fields.

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Addict

Addictive
Scene of the valley.
Has equally terrified me. 

Beginning to be. 

Secrets redeem. 

Cutting feels. 

Nasty but heals. 

Unknowingly. 

Wounds that bleed. 

Unfortunate deal. 

Which feeds. 

Insides of me. 

Scene of the valley looks pretty.

 

I’m sure that you can deliver it. 

Might be not quick. 

Surely a bit. 

Stuck shit. 

Still I will. 

fight for a gift. 

Each day lewis. 

Each wound healing shifts. 

 

I can’t loose you. 

Messed up confused.

So guide me in this loop. 

Im just pretending to be a fool. 

Still using those tools. 

Cutting out juice. 

Red blood shoes. 

Thighs again abused. 

One day at a time. 

Surely im not fine.

Brain Gym

 

How do we

Say how do we 

Suffer like those who live on the streets.

Shallow empty. 

Addictive junkie. 

Cutting bleeding. 

Pschopath hearing. 

Crash landing. 

Victim barking. 

Blade sharpening. 

Sticking it and laughing. 

Around the reality surrounding. 

Often patterning. 

Depressive jabbering. 

 

Nothing is perfect. 

To be honest. 

Just want calmness. 

Wasting helpless. 

Insides stay deaf. 

Emotions completely dead. 

Burglar fed. 

Thoughts inside the head. 

Screaming out loud madness.

Nothing is perfect. 

To be honest. 

 

 Sin sin what’s 

Within. 

Brain gym. 

anger wins. 

Blades in. 

Trouble is. 

Stuck stick. 

c’mon Bitch  

Make me feel shit. 

Against the shrink. 

Left within. 

Complicated rim. 

Anger wins.

Brain gym. 

 

 

Reality of 3am


Bound to begin.

Hands strengthen.

Relatively dependant.

Must repent.

Failures present.

Reality of 3am.
Clock clock.

Tick rock. 

Brain mocks.

Another shot.

Deeper fought.

Suicidal thoughts.

Relapsing fraud.

Another call.

Blades felt.

Like a nest.

Nightmares dreamt.

Reality of 3am.
Another day ends.

Blade friends.

Switch the pen.

Cutting dents.

Blood gem.

No need of help.

A secret shelf.

Where everythings hidden.

Nights begins.

About to end.

Reality of 3am.
3 months of recovery broken by relapse.

Reality ended for me so fast.

What all I took what all I had.

Reality of 3 am taken by chance.

Surrender your will to cast.

Open another wound & relapse.

Victimised to self pity that.

Sins to wear the hats.
Written by P.S 

To A Sweet Addiction 

 

 

 A sweet addiction 

 A painful representation.

 To a sweet addiction.

Piercing vacation.

To a sweet addiction.

Help me out this junction.

To a sweet addiction.

Pain formation.

To a sweet addiction.

 

Help to doubt. 

Generally misfound. 

Hopes out. 

Again bound. 

Whats best to shout. 

Learning mouth. 

Words out loud. 

 

A painful representation.

To a sweet addiction.

Piercing vacation.

To a sweet addiction.

Help me out this junction.

To a sweet addiction.

Pain formation.

To a sweet addiction.

Razor stick. 

C’mon Bitch.

Bitter lips. 

Introvert within. 

Compulsive gym. 

Anger wins. 

Blood to chin. 

Outside gift. 

Scars itch. 

Bloody ditch!!

Ones that are scripts. 

On the arms that twitch. 

While cutting it. 

Fallen in tricks. 

Bloody tricks. 

Of sipping sin. 

On the skin. 

 

 painful representation.

To a sweet addiction.

Piercing vacation.

To a sweet addiction.

Help me out this junction.

To a sweet addiction.

Pain formation.

To a sweet addiction.

What you feel.

It’s not my deal.

Hopeless assurities.

Still not healed.

Isolated completely.

From the society.

A pure born tragedy.

Biggest loser seeking sanity.

Leave me please.

Just leave me please.

Lost opportunities.

Blades to be.

Happy???

Why happy??

painful representation.

To a sweet addiction.

Piercing vacation.

To a sweet addiction.

Help me out this junction.

To a sweet addiction.

Pain formation.

To a sweet addiction.

 

 Written by P.S 

Starring in those negative eyes 

Bloody battles (Oh no!!! my brand new jeans are ruined)

Hahaha paralyzed

Starring in those negative eyes. 

Walking over my side. 

Crossing lines; terrified. 

Bleep bleep. 

Locked inside. 

Starring in those negative eyes. 

Never seemed to be shy. 

Paralayzed. 

Walking in those horrified.

Tortured to lie. 

Helping to survive. 

Starring in those negative eyes. 

Waking up to die. 

Never realised. 

Terrified. 

Wounded back. 

Welcome back. 

Saw you have survived.

The shit. 

This shit.

Looping holes. 

No one told. 

Kept it was. 

No one’s boss. 

Addicted chaos. 

Leave it brought. 

Sincere sensitive call. 

Relapsed knots. 

User job. 

In addition forms. 

Destroy all.  

In this fall. 

Wound it across. 

Should have fought

Turn it into 

Brainy job. 

Maybe more. 

Drugs are cops. 

Results for your.

Own loss.

Let them lie.

Time to time. 

Every day

doing fine. 

Starring in those

negative eyes