A, E, I, O, U
A. day so cold and I've spent it isolated
E.very moment in your presence, encapsulated
I.mminent danger and bad influence swirling around us
O.blivion burns into dream matter that turns into brown dust
U.nity is still a profane misprint in your book of life
I wrote an a-e-i-o-u haiku
I wrote it in the walls in MY blood
I guess its just my love for art
How much can I deal with when I feel sickly
sickly to the touch, using this pen as a crutch
a must-have when danger is in close proximity
finding a place to bury my worry & aggravation
daddy needs new shoes and a proximity infatuation
Mommy always was a whore and a prototypical addict
my brother is a jarhead and my uncle is a faggot
nowadays I write my poems with blood
I carve them into the walls surrounding my bed
I just exist
I spent 364 days this year wishing I were dead
I just exist
to piss someone or some-thing off
smirnoff, iron flask, knights of whiskey
drink away the sorrow, don't be a sissy
theres always tommorow and the hangover from hell
by noon this rugged town will be under our spell
belch out the Old World, Old South, and old values
bathe yourself heavily in the now hue
this is a sick sadistic place but imagine it without YOU
a voice in my head keeps saying, over & over
-[I JUST EXIST]-
as a child I sat in amazement
day's end after day's end
thinking to myself which...
which way would be the best way to die
older brother says "Death is death"
one way is one way
no way could be called best
So I need more Tao, more faith, more luck
not giving a fuck only gets you so far
want to move; night terror leaves me stuck
so much for wishing on a pagan star
find my sanity in pastels and collage
if all goes well blame astrology
if all goes bad blame the gods
as a man I stand in horror
as the soundtrack to my life plays
consistent with the wasting of my days
-[I JUST EXIST]-
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