Sanguineous Crust

I tell myself shit like, self love is my only business
but as you can clearly see, fuck me…
I tell myself corny shit just so that my demons get to sleep
My rhymes are doltish right now
Just like you, fool
My rhymes are obtuse right now
and we all play so confused
I tell myself shit like, everything is going to be okay
but that mantra only matters at the very end anyway
so as you can clearly see, fuck me
I ain’t all there, I can’t get my emotions to sleep
I’ve decided to love your empty pill bottle because this is the shit that I do  hollow out a shallow vessel of whatever made it special and complain there is nothing in there good to use
My rhymes are lonely right now smelling of fancy gifted perfume
My rhymes are heavy and sickly like the morning after too much cheap booze
I tell myself shit like keep the faith but its way too late
I’ve sat my fat on a rumbling train track mad my heart is a dinner plate
Mad that only death will get me over you
Waking sleep is all I would lose
My rhymes are simplistic right now
Just like you, fool
My rhymes are jellyfish corn flakes right now
and we all play so confused
My rhymes are whines and seeping on the silk sheet of your faded head
Just another shitty instance of purposeful misuse when my ego’s not fed…

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