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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Experience · #1023122
They smile in your face the backstabbers.
Dragged down empty bottle drive.
Dreaming a tye-died bliss.
Water trickling from face to neck.
My hands dry and cracked like a Saudi Arabian sand dollar.
These faces all seem so fimiliar.
Shady eyes stand still like car accident traffic jams.

The bubbles in stomach fight like children over useless play things.
All these whispers seem directed at me.
This knife in my back is the sharpest.
We were brothers closer then a priest and jesus.
What made you hate my change?

I'm corruption i'm a abused piece of toilet tissue.
Mischeif we know all to well.
Fingerprints and handcuffs you were by my side.
Blunts and forty ounces you were down.
Where are you when i need you?

On the opposite side of a pistol pointed at my head.
We all change with time.
But you haven't, between a extacsy trip and a Newport is where I stand.
If i extend my hand would you grab it.

I think you've made your bed and soon will be fast asleep
With worms and maggots the only friends left.
With a wood burnt image of me on the paralyzed brain or what you have left of it.

When these words scrape into your flesh.
I'll be your tourniquet
We are friends until the sand stops.
Until the clock hits midnight remember?
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