Rust

Rust

A Poem by Cysmin

Why am i like this these people always ask
The same reason that i tell them to kiss my f*****g a*s
The reason why you can walk your dog on my green grass
Ill just eat him for my dinner as soon as you pass
Because I represent the pestilence, the evil and the sin
I represent the rotting heart that beats from deep within
This black is not because im sad im in f*****g flaming rage
Im mad that these doctors classify us by a stage
To them we are all paychecks as long as we are written on a page
Those screams in my basement come from the Therapist i caged
So we sit and watch the world just rot and fall away to dust
As we all pan out you can your sweet little car start to rust

© 2011 Cysmin


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Added on March 28, 2011
Last Updated on March 28, 2011

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Cysmin
Cysmin

Camp Hill, PA



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