civilengineer1121
it's a nail biter, this one.
i know it's close by the way the rain presses against my skin.
and when i taste the immensely saturated saline
I rub my hands in the mud and dirt until the cracks disappear.
I can’t even count with my fingers the number of deeds I wish to be undone.
And with these insistences, I feel nothing but chagrin.
I get frustrated and create faces that are far beyond obscene
And then I realize everything in this world is severely austere
And my situation is nothing but a head and a gun
So I’ll live my life until all my shirts wear thin
From an outsider with his naked eye, everything is serene
But truthfully my condition is severe.
Sure, I’m not the chosen one.
I’m a fucking has been.
For these past few years I’ve been in an awful routine
Where I would refuse to put my thighs in second gear.
And I would put my muscles all over the cars
To only take back nothing in return
But with every new breathing technique starts a war
So I hold my breathe until the lack of oxygen makes my eyes more useful.