Bitter F****n "Memories?"... Lucid it was.

Bitter F****n "Memories?"... Lucid it was.

A Poem by KallGraham

I do believe, almost certainly

The "Giving Tree"

Most definitely...

FUCKED with me!


"I can't pee!"

Woe is me

Back and forth

In and out of sleep.


Catheter?

Would one rather?

Sadistic b******s

Infiltrate my bladder.


In the nose

Down the throat

VOMITOSE

Each and every croak.


Fade in and out

Back to back

Light to black

Each time,

A new, confused...

Violating attack?


Exposed a*s

"GET F*****G BACK!"

Can't form words

Coherence lacked.


Energy sacked.

Holiday "hours" stacked.

As slow as you can...

But do it fast.


Seroquil stomach...

Charcoal packed.

Next whole week...

Shitting black.


Experienced fiction?

Survived FUCKED UP Fact?

Have lucid ideas,

but, tis in my head

And now in the past...

© 2015 KallGraham


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Added on September 14, 2015
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KallGraham
KallGraham

Bakersfield, CA



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Hello I'm Kall 18. I'm a diagnosed Catatonic/Paranoid Schizophrenic, this reflects a lot in my writing. I feel my point of views on life stem from other sources as well. I write to relieve my condense.. more..

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