It’s pouring out of me at such a rate,
so fast, quick, like blood from a vicious gash.
Heavy and green enough to nauseate,
It is severe and yet, gone in a flash.
~
Should I know better when I feel it creep?
I just busy myself with an errand,
It’s no use, this mood is an endless sleep.
It’s like a poison; I’m rendered barren.
~
I always swear things will change this time, yet,
I am wholly incapable of change.
The game is fixed and I’m losing the bet.
When I explode, it’s a menace of strange.
~
In the end, these sharp words are still out there,
I gave my spite a ride to anywhere.
About the Creator
Suge Acid Hawk
Been writing since I was a child. I am a Snohomish/Skykomish native. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I love doing anything creative and artistic. Tips are welcomed and encouraged ;). Support indigenous artists. ƛ̕ub ʔəsʔistəʔ
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