BLuRRy
By Poisoned Perfection
How'd it get as blurry as this
Can't get enough pills to contain all this shit
Fuck the recurring curses
I'm ready to burst
I'm sick of it all
I don't care that there may be others like me
That someone has problems like mine
And they'll find me
Fuck them I want what I want
for me
One goddamn thing
Always denied me
Find a way to deprive me
Get ready to bury me
Granted with nothing and yet
You'll always take something
I'm gonna scream
Rant
A killing spree
Murder me, Murder me
Inflict misery
Conflicts of you and me
Finding it hard to breathe
Everything's so blurry
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Copyright 2005 Poisoned Perfection
Published on Friday, April 22, 2005.
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"Poetry"