I'm a dark poetic stoner. I have intense feelings mixed with blood shot eyes. My veins flow with darkness and my heart is locked in a freezer.
I want to walk through the valley of the shadow of death and fear nothing. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and have someone hear it in the middle of nowhere. I want to smoke a blunt with the devil so I can see how good his weed is. Then I want to smoke a blunt with God to compare. I want to watch the world forever, watch it fall apart and see how people react to it. and when it's all said and done. I want death.
*-Razor of Need-* I wake up with a raw feeling the idea that i'm losing my mind the rip of a wound healing the same cut from last night the blood is still dripping a puddle is forming slow this fabricated smile is cementing even if I said no i'm lost inside my own making will I ever escape myself or will I continue this way and decline all help witnessing my heart breaking the shelf while hoping I can get out of this hell maybe I should be medicated maybe I should be locked away what's the difference it's the same thing anyway so I close my eyes hoping I don't wake up hoping I stay asleep for eternity I want to cry but I can't look up so I stare at the razor of need.
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