Take what is mine,
this part of me.
Out of my mind
with
pain and tragedy.
Always have been
a
fool for sale,
and once I’m done
desecrating this,
I’m done for real.
Take it.
Do what you will.
I have been creeping in shadows
and eating the dead
for so long, now.
I don’t mind if you do it, too.
Imagination,
is so overrated,
and no one really cares
if what you do
is new
and original.
Just feed the fiends.
Their abuse
is cyclical.
One day I’m clean
and renewed;
it’s a miracle!
The next day
I’m booze and pills,
and the miserable.
So that’s what you get.
Not every painting is hung,
some are smashed,
some are painted over.
Strike when the iron is hot.
Don’t waste a shot,
but hey,
if you do,
does it really matter?
I’m making this for me.
When I’m done,
I give it away.
I don’t give a fuck
what you do with it.
Out of my mind
feels alive,
stuck inside,
how do you deal with it?
Take what is mine.
I’m giving you something.
Take what is mine.
It might not be pretty.
Take what is mine.
HG – 2019