Snagging Mars
I'm not sure
What to say
Not looking forward
To the next day
Pills not helping
Crush them up
Half fucking empty
Touch the cup
Sick of this tired of that
Crawling skin waving bat
Fucking up reckless
Sick and helpless
Buried alive
Worlds do collide
Keep on wishing
Shooting stars
As I'm fishing
Snagging Mars
Nothing ideal
It's preposterous
Numb yet I feel
So lost in this
Thinking about death
An awful lot
As if my last breath
Was a blood clott
If life is Broadway
I'm not a dancer
I'd rather not say
I think this is cancer
My only conclusion
Before I'm in the ground
Is to hope for profusion
My written voice passed down
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Blah
Fucking
Blah
06-24-16