Mannn it's been some time since i've posted here. How is everybody? Anyways, something I wrote, figured i'd share it: Writing is done On late drunken nights Thunder rolling Lightning flashing With Guinness and a cigarette With an alcoholic swagger A liquid faux confidence And an air of apathy When all else Are sleeping Writing is done for The heartbreaks Suicide cases Neurotics The prostitutes Masturbaters Hallucinatory fuck-ups Those with heads in toilets Surrendering dinner Praying to porcelain gods Tripping on acid and misery On pot and pussy And endless pills Writing takes place in Dark alleyways at midnight With half-shut bloodshot eyes In bedrooms Beneath the sheets With the hugging Pillow talking Lonely strangers Writing is done to Hush the voices Quell raging fears To immortalize To kill To blind me Blind me BLIND ME!!! To shit-brown eyes In the Parisian sun To a condom A glass of Heineken In a tiny bar And slit wrists Rip my eyes From wretched sockets Or forsake entirely My existence Writing is done for the humans For the thinking Seeing Feeling For the hopeless
