suicidal ramble part 1

suicidal ramble part 1

A Poem by winter;lyra

do you feel
do you feel like
do you feel like dying
trying to hit the prize
monday morning, i hit the prize
weather: meh
money: meh
b*****s: meh
breathing wise i will survive
got my stacks i will provide (no compromise)
black on black
that's camouflage
watch your step that's trap and spikes
gotta go fast like could be sega night
that's sailor's stride

(but i will survive)
(b***h)

© 2018 winter;lyra


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Added on June 22, 2018
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winter;lyra
winter;lyra

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