Um, well more depressing stuff. Sorry 3:
This kinda makes no sense, but I give you more of my depressing poetry for you
Sugar, you better run. . .
I am Everyone and No One.
Well it's 2 am and I should probably be sleeping, so...
I just wanted something that was batshit random and kinda funny if you're in the mood...not poetic, but you need some comic relief to realize you're not the worst comedian.
America's worst block, the devil's playground. West 84th Street, NY.
The field...the breeze...you're just eating me away.
I need to come up with better titles for my song/poems. Fml.
For every night you sit alone. For all the days you stare through. For all the sad songs. All the busted beats on cackling speakers. This is yours.
My last poetic goodbye.
My questions, in the form of a poem.