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Well I always make sure mine are sharp and clean XD
Miles are dull but I'll never forget...yaknow? That I once was married and had a super toxic, abusive relationship. She had this FIRE though and made love to me every now and then while being treated like shit. Some horrendous type of narcisistic gaslighting, ugh. Don't wanna face more rounds of wd. I still love the brown tho, just as intense as a person with stockholm syndrome. We all have had/still have an affaire with this ex every now and then. Better than sex, Mark
 
Think the end of my path is near
Think I'm going to the stars
Do I want to be here?
In a nightmare leaving scars
Has the time come to face the darkness
Is my path marked?
Like the marking on my arms from the sharp

The fire I once started has faded
Like my soul thats been degraded
Is my path marked or can I rise from this pit
Am I kidding myself on when I say "Come on, you can do it"
Let go of the dark and let dawn bring a new day
It's really fucking hard but when there's a will there's a way
 
No more rushes
No more excuses
Time to sweat it off, it's useless.
The flash of blood in the barrel
I wanna rush much further.
Further than cloud fucking 9
No girl, I ain't no bloody swine.
Burnt black fingers
Boy, why do you keep hitting the skag and bones?
If it doesn't get you high anymore.
No matter how big and fat are the rocks,
Diminishing return fucking sucks.
Thank God those days of sorrow and despair are longgg gone
2 years clean and counting, I'm off to go ;)
 
Negrura

El hábito mas nocivo e insano
Una sensación amarga
Que baja por la garganta
De manera súbita y rauda, mis tímpanos palpitan
Todo se queda en silencio mientras el tren de metal se agita
Acaso es que ha llegado mi hora?
Siento que me voy y estoy tan adormecido que no me importa que esta apunto de estallar mi cora
Que execrable es este placer
Que destruye íntegramente mi ser
un ajuste de 15 minutos en el que no puedes oír tu propia voz.
Y Cuanta razón tenías vos
al decir que Mi fragilidad
Era mi mayor debilidad
Dentro de este mundo lleno de maldad
Y estar duro no lo puede arreglar
Pienso esto mientras me engaño que solo uno más.
Hasta que la bolsa se acaba y pido otra más.
Hasta el primer chispazo del alba sigo escuchando silbido tras silbido
para que seguir? sin tí, todo carece de sentido
Espero sentado en el riel,
Pensando que nunca más tocaré tu tan suave piel
Nos vemos en la próxima vida
Ojalá te vaya bien
Me despido,aquí no tengo nada más que hacer.
Mientras comienzo a enloquecer
la bella dama blanca me hace desvanecer,
Finalmente convulsiono y abruptamente todo se termina de oscurecer...
🖤
 
I'm a lil bit tipsy right now
Waiting for the comedown to arrive
In life, I'm gonna fucking strive
It's engraved in my DNA
no more heroin
I only got pure and utterly love to give
The road is a lil bit rocky, I gotta admit
How come I'm still alive?
And most of my peers are not entirely fine.
No more syringes and pain
I keep getting stronger day by day.
Look at me Babe
Who would have thought I'd come this far
The uncertainty of life makes me feel ALIVE.
 
that's so beautiful
I'm a lil bit tipsy right now
Waiting for the comedown to arrive
In life, I'm gonna fucking strive
It's engraved in my DNA
no more heroin
I only got pure and utterly love to give
The road is a lil bit rocky, I gotta admit
How come I'm still alive?
And most of my peers are not entirely fine.
No more syringes and pain
I keep getting stronger day by day.
Look at me Babe
Who would have thought I'd come this far
The uncertainty of life makes me feel ALIVE.
 
This get-up I ride is green at sea my horse is tied down now no oats for me
My face has more stature than my virgin soul can hold . The stories only twists here they never dare unfold.
Many pages I often skip when reality binds the eye but chapters saved for later years will fuck you till you die.
I stand to walls often with relief I turn my back. Those walls may hold secrets but comfort they do lack.
I am across pastures now my get-,up sped me here but there's always more grass, most often a fence, and a greener field to clear.
So now I stand alone this cowgirl without a ride only minutes it took to break her but for years that bitch had lied.
What I've lost is what I've gained but I've paid the fee too late! The words are clear to hearts held dear, I've cursed them all with fate.
All is never lost because all does not exist. Happy trails to all that "lose some" without publishing a "win some" list!
 
I'm overflowing with so much love to give
But got not even a single bit for me
Funny huh?
How can I love my dear
If I don't love myself a bit cause of fear
Fear of the uncertainty of the universe
What comes next for me?
I just don't want more pain
I learned my lesson already mate
Please God just take it away
The light will conquer darkness in the end
It's been written all along the way.
 
Wrote this on dxm awhile back. They're lyrics not a poem, but same diffrence. I ended up sticking them into one of my songs.

Miricles only show themselves to certain people,
A brand new jesus makes his red wine twice as lethal,

And then later in the song i stuck in the second part...

Were born and raised to be a good consumer,
Dying to be a pawn in riches higher future
 
Benzos taken for social anxiety are like whatever
Opiates are the crazy pills the survivalist mode
And when Ive been out of them for 2 days I get psychotic.
Eventually I ll take a benzo and belike what the fuck
Yeah, theres addiction but do you know what needs to be done?
Rehab needs to be done. 😂😂
 
Electronic mind control has permeated man.
Was the plan!

Clever Nazis, filling us up with conductive heavy metals,
to control us with computers.

btw, lol you'll never read about this in Reuters.

But humanity's gone mad that's for sure.

As aware of our deeds as cattle.

We tried to wake them up. We TOLD them about the Abertoire!

But there was no real "evidence" and it was a leap too far.
 
It's been so many years since we last met
I wonder what you doing with him
While you're happy living live to the fullest
I'm locked up still
Hope one day I'll stop seeing these bars
I wish you the best tho, cause that's what true love is all about.
 
To Veronique

Veronique, your beauty is to me
Like those Niceaian barks of yore
That gently o'er a perfumed sea
Bring the weary wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore

I see thee stand
The Agathe lamp within thy hand
And I sigh;
Ah psyche, from the regions which are Holy land...
 
Dear Junk,
When I see that crimson blood flash
And I push down the barrel all the way
Wonderful Euphoria rushes to My head
Pinpoint needle eyes, itchiness all over My body
I feel Godlike to the very core of being
The feeling is so hardcore, I needa smoke a cig
Is a human meant to feel this good?
I'm enjoying every second of it, I must reassure
I don't ever wanna come Down from this bubble of comfort
But everything that goes up, must come down.
And that's when the nasty shit comes around
Neuropathic pain, sweats and yawns
It's the hefty price I gotta pay for touching the sky
oh boy, it was damn worth it.
Not every human can talk to God very often
And If I wanna go to Olympia once again...
The syringe Is always there
awaiting for me to make the call,
just press play once again.

xx,
Nico
 
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From a young age,
Looking to fix
Don't know my vice yet
it's whatever that hits

Be it drink
Be it meds
Or syringes in bed
Another lost brother ,laying there dead

Another day passes,
Just like before,
Another stoned sister,
Another young whore

a day for change
let's bring on the pain
doing it stone cold
or reductions in gain.

a few days in
it's always the same
lots of comfort meds
but it drives you insane

four weeks later
now there's some sleep
days now unhappy
It's the sews that we reap

Six months on
now we're home free
watching the box
as she makes the tea

life now dragging on
it's becoming a bore
the mundane tasks
As we try not to score


not sure what happened
now I'm smiling down
another brother in danger
another young clown.

J xx
 
From a young age,
Looking to fix
Don't know my vice yet
it's whatever that hits

Be it drink
Be it meds
Or syringes in bed
Another lost brother ,laying there dead

Another day passes,
Just like before,
Another stoned sister,
Another young whore

a day for change
let's bring on the pain
doing it stone cold
or reductions in gain.

a few days in
it's always the same
lots of comfort meds
but it drives you insane

four weeks later
now there's some sleep
days now unhappy
It's the sews that we reap

Six months on
now we're home free
watching the box
as she makes the tea

life now dragging on
it's becoming a bore
the mundane tasks
As we try not to score


not sure what happened
now I'm smiling down
another brother in danger
another young clown.

J xx
Lovely poem.
Lots of memories flashed through my mind.
Cheers xx
 
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