The Art Of Self-Destruction

Slumbering on the floor 

Dreading about life before, 

I remain awake most of the nights,

Like that feeling of a vacant spirit,

Yeah, I breathe a little different,

Stroll around pretending that everything is perfect,

When I skate through the streets,

The empty stalls and stores,

Visualizing the flowers on my grave,

The memoranda from the people who executed me with their sharp tongue,

I drink a lot of liquor,

Take pills to fight the terror,

Carving and cutting has become my pleasure,

Peek at the paintings in my home,

They howl the suffering due to colors itched on them,

I loathe the normal,

The trauma that has caused,

Doesn't let me be Nobel, 

Often find solace in selling body,

Oh no that's not a girl trend,

We are sexist in some kind,

Wander through the guilt,

Few bucks that were paid,

Often rehab is the territory I end,

I like the green grass,

Polished within not meant to eat,

When headlights hit your sight,

The roads don't seem honest, 

Parading on the highway is exhausting,

Throwing up your guts out isn't so soothing,

When you fade due to curses,

It's dangerous to survive,

Living on the supply that meant to destroy,

You skip the things that brought you pain,

Adore the blood that cuts through wings,

Decided to fly in sufferings,

Without realizing that your drowning,