FONK91

My History

FONK91
My History

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18 Oct 2022

Grey skies, dark clouds, mind blown I'm moving side to side and doubt about my role as a father's with my own blue eyes. Tick tock, looking at the clock despised about another night wasted, didn't smoke weed, I'm naked under the blanket. But I never needed them to be skinless. Dead seeds, the sun didn't feed them, they're drowned by the tides of my tears when I was thirteen. I feel greed, not bleeding but sometimes I'm impeding. Mommy, what's the point of being so mean? I'm not making a scene. You didn't realized the pain you did.. in vain, it's pathetically insane. You hate yourself more that you could ever know. Instead to reach help, you put the blame on everybody else. Now I try to keep pride, I'm mentally divide. I'm afraid of what kind of monster I could be, but I gotta hold on and not repeat history. Honey, you know I'm sorry. I try to not repeat the same mistakes, it takes a lot to remove the venom out of my veins. I struggle to control, relaxing my damn soul. I'm foul, at least you're there. Without you I'll be unconscious. Laying, sit-down it's engraving reality. i feel alone, I'm sick of this tragedy cracking my bones. I feel numb, what I've become. I keep remembering the past, I wanna forget that. I'm craving for a new beginning. Rising, consume all the anger that made me falling. I was a slave of my own demise, sometimes evil stares at me and smile. Terrorizing petrified by this endless process wich looks as long as finding the lost city of Heraclion. I only wish, to find eternal peace. Forgetting this retaliated childhood. I wanna feel alive, without you I'm breathing. I'm fucking leaving, I'm finally living. My demons exiles, this biblical nightmare will rot six feet under.

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Grey skies, dark clouds, mind blown I'm moving side to side and doubt about my role as a father's with my own blue eyes. Tick tock, looking at the clock despised about another night wasted, didn't smoke weed, I'm naked under the blanket. But I never needed them to be skinless. Dead seeds, the sun didn't feed them, they're drowned by the tides of my tears when I was thirteen. I feel greed, not bleeding but sometimes I'm impeding. Mommy, what's the point of being so mean? I'm not making a scene. You didn't realized the pain you did.. in vain, it's pathetically insane. You hate yourself more that you could ever know. Instead to reach help, you put the blame on everybody else. Now I try to keep pride, I'm mentally divide. I'm afraid of what kind of monster I could be, but I gotta hold on and not repeat history. Honey, you know I'm sorry. I try to not repeat the same mistakes, it takes a lot to remove the venom out of my veins. I struggle to control, relaxing my damn soul. I'm foul, at least you're there. Without you I'll be unconscious. Laying, sit-down it's engraving reality. i feel alone, I'm sick of this tragedy cracking my bones. I feel numb, what I've become. I keep remembering the past, I wanna forget that. I'm craving for a new beginning. Rising, consume all the anger that made me falling. I was a slave of my own demise, sometimes evil stares at me and smile. Terrorizing petrified by this endless process wich looks as long as finding the lost city of Heraclion. I only wish, to find eternal peace. Forgetting this retaliated childhood. I wanna feel alive, without you I'm breathing. I'm fucking leaving, I'm finally living. My demons exiles, this biblical nightmare will rot six feet under.

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