Gone
Another poem written back in the early 2000s by Bazooka! Indulge!
Losing my skin
Losing my face of past sins
What does it take to be king?
I need everything
Now I got nothing
Never in control
Losing my soul
Trying to dig out of this hole
Blackness in the daylight
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Nobody knows that I'm never home
Letting it all go singing funny tones
What does it take to be a fling?
I need delicious sins
Now I got it all
Losing control
While in this hole
Blackness caressing with light
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I thought I had it
But I was always gone
Living a life monotone
Chased by a shadow
Laughing following while I wallow
Need to expunge this clinging shit
Making me want more hits
My control completely gone
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By Bazooka Teaches
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A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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