This is not for you.

My shorts smell sweet like mephedrone 

I lock thoughts away in their filing cabinets 

While you all lick upon trivial drivel

I'd rather be dreaming of drifting the ozone

A chug in the day like the chug of a train 

Slow chundering, thundering, dismal and grey 

Rain is slow and heavy like wet concrete paint 

The compound portraits are faint in constraints

What is the time and what is the day

What is it with humans and painting things grey

bleary, tearing, teething 

How far from your rambling can I stray

Noose, noose it's the presidents tie

Whose brain next can i fry

Hannibal is not the only cannibal for there are many in africa

How much more wisdom can eating flesh gather 

Nothing, silence and violence

Money and trophies, hiding from sirens

liven up my aesthetic, i've run out of biros

I need to dissolve quick before I myther the cairo 

send a sandstorm down my throat and then set me on fire

Reviews

[RileyRedding]

Very well written. I enjoyed this pieces flow very much. It's all hauntingly vivid, and dark.
Keep up the great work.