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Rated R

Oxygen is vital at this point, chest burning, heart yearning
man let me light this joint.
 Shaking worse than a washing machine way to old, with a
load to heavy for it to hold.
 Pain is filling me up, I feel sick to my stomach I’m
about to throw up. Please hold my hair I look around
but….There’s no one there. Oh God tell me where do I
turn?
 Who’s gonna stop this feeling, so desperately sad
desperately mad my heart is disintegrating from the beating
that its had and I wanna know why it hurts so f***ing bad? 
Why is this world contaminated with lies? People’s
opinions imposing on you like a house full of flies. They
aggravate the inner evil within almost forcing you to give
into sin. 
Get out of my way, your music is to f***ing load, I’m
bought to put you in big black cloud, Gun powder and lead,
keep f***ing with me and you’ll be filled with dread.
I’m free as a bird that’s locked in a cage, who says
knowledge comes with age, apparently pain doesn’t
discriminate, I had to steal to put food on my plate.
  Hell I am afraid I don’t even want the page to turn can
I pause for a moment so I can take my turn. Puff Puff pass
you gotta make it last, cause this joint is going to fast,
And the bulls**t of life want make it last. When its all
burned out and you can take another toke you realize this
s**t ain't no f***ing joke.
 Will I self-destruct you challenged me, you wanna see who I
am, I’m as fast as Superman, speeding bullets have nothing
on me, in fact the f***ing guns are scared of me.
 I will be you biggest mistake, hold on we’ll see how much
you can take. Don’t back down I wanna beat you face to
face. Look in my eyes know who I am. 
Face me head on because I’m as crazy as a female dog over
her bone and I will show you what it feels like for your
mind to be blown.
 You’re going to know that I came and my suffering was not
in vain. You’ll feel all the times you played with my life
that really wasn’t smart o there’s my knife, what’s
that you said again, your so naive if you think your gonna
win oh Please. If you ever felt the pain within, you would
know this is a fight you can’t win. Don’t take that in
the wrong way, but keep pushing the Princess and you will
see, Just how F***ing Crazy I can be. 

By: Debra Sloan aka: Godschild
Posted: 2014-05-28 15:04:41 UTC

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2014-07-12 13:37:40George Chow
sorry princess..