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Something I've been working on. Is it good or shit? Would never show anyone this irl, i love anonymity.

I want to burn my bed
But it has the grip of a thousand men
Along with a voice much too appealing
I want to lay in my bed

I want to paint black stripes upon my face
And to forget how many tiles lie upon my bedroom ceiling
I want to speak to those in the flesh
I want to breathe what is fresh
But my irrational fears have me on fuckin' house arrest

Despite this, I try, but
Oh, god the thought of another heartbeat in the room
It's got me stiff, stale, and petrified.
I'm never sure what to do but pray.
These days the only language I speak is grace
Dreaming to be face to face with potential memories
Open my eyes I'm alone downing a bottle of Hennessy

Squeeze the liquor out of my veins and
Find someone who will fill them with blood
All around me, I see them tote their guns
Hold them carefully,
Or you may shoot yourself and it's done
 
I can’t judge if it’s good or bad (I am IQcel) but keep on writing, OP. It’s a decent cope.
 
i like the first two passages
 
i will. thank you.


thank you. any reason you don't like the rest? i don't mind criticism.

"These days the only language I speak is grace"

what do you mean by you speak grace?
 
Fat cunts thinking they're fit
They are not one bit
Mounds of android fat
And that ass thinner than the legs of a bat

They gettin' pregnant
They repugnant
They babies die stagnant in the womb
Crushed under all that adipose such gloom
Literal baby killers yeah that's what i suppose
Oragutan lookin' bitches with them small skinny legs
Orangutan lookin' bitch online she begs
For acceptance all night
They coke?
They make sure it's light
It's a diet after all gotta make it right
Only 12 bagels a day
On the decimated couch they lay
6 pizzas a week
No wonder they so weak
Can't walk one mile
Can't hop between two tiles
A baby can do that
Fat cunts can't
Back bent
At they wits end
Browsin the net
Never regret
Never forget
Fat cunt is dead
I won
A bet!
 
Fat cunts thinking they're fit
They are not one bit
Mounds of android fat
And that ass thinner than the legs of a bat

They gettin' pregnant
They repugnant
They babies die stagnant in the womb
Crushed under all that adipose such gloom
Literal baby killers yeah that's what i suppose
Oragutan lookin' bitches with them small skinny legs
Orangutan lookin' bitch online she begs
For acceptance all night
They coke?
They make sure it's light
It's a diet after all gotta make it right
Only 12 bagels a day
On the decimated couch they lay
6 pizzas a week
No wonder they so weak
Can't walk one mile
Can't hop between two tiles
A baby can do that
Fat cunts can't
Back bent
At they wits end
Browsin the net
Never regret
Never forget
Fat cunt is dead
I won
A bet!
that is beautiful, anon.
 
I also wrote a poem, its fucking beautiful:
Oh Saint Blackops2cel, thou art my shepard.
Thou leadest me beside still waters and green pastures.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over.
I will dwell in the house of saint Blackops2cel for ever.
 

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