Advice For The Broken, A Vice For The Weak
Pump me full of caffeine,
'Til I brim with false tenacity.
Over-efficient; I'm obscene -
I got mettle, guts and moxie.
Drown me all in alcohol,
Until my ego swells in size.
I captivate; I hold in thrall,
I'm catching everybody's eyes.
Puff up my lungs with nicotine,
'Til membrane's charcoal-thick.
Hood eyes, cool gaze and all marine
Fog spews from mouths, ugly and slick.
Take me to my bed of screams.
Watch me twitch; my eyes dilate,
Unfold my paper doll chain dreams;
And feel my shuddered heart deflate.
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Miserabilia.
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