xanyx & white women

I got one last day of my old life
ive been going threw pictures,reliving strife
I have one more night of
countless lies and white women...who spit gimmicks for dividends
who tell me they love me and then go
sin again
sentences riddle my empty bottle that echos threw the house
auiet as a mouse...i rest on the couch
trying not to awake the demons I clout
fowl words fall out of my mouth
fall keeps me paling in layrnx
pail faces make presence felt in fail safes
yet they pale in comparssion to my degredation
its
the only eliviation for this sado-masturbation
hanging up side down from celing fans as my legs dangle
no angles
anger pours as my wages are garnished ever more then before
never more,
the earthly godess is a whore...but her vagina has a stench my heart
yearns for
yet my urns full,of past memories,used condoms and high school awards
I fore saw this time period
it was inbetween my falling and rise to promanence
and at the prom I danced
alone
again.
all because of xanyx
and white women
not to mention the stipulations given had me trippin
like I was spun again
but thats neither here nor there
its back at the couch with half naked me in my underwaear
weary about time zones
only mentioning to a few friends how I feared
clones
and how the drones over head would replace my bread
with bombs
long walks on walls to spit small talk to the other races I covet
but were segrgated like bugs in a terrarium
waiting for our requim
but If i only dream about sex and guns
does that make me immoral
or a man amongst gods
semi-immortal
troubled problems.I tried to solve them...then last year I o'd on oxy cotin
always in a rush for the coffin
or to heaven
so I can roll blunts with my best friend
or back down to earth again so I can keep telling the rest that im not chasin him
Im just facing these
constant pains...in and out of my brain
trying to portray myself as sane when ive never been
close
never wanted to give my life for others...never wanted a cubicle in an office
or one set goal..
i see ghosts of a current future
their trends have nothing to do with perscriptions or comasutra
its all consumer based blah-blah lubed pros
yet were cons and we know where the loot goes
the loop comes and goes...as if im having mini strokes...but all the noodles in my dome know I have an urge to come and grow
never stay...but its hard to say...that my place is amongst the cosmos
so ill leave this for another day
when I can write more
and im not so unbalanced from all the substances I aquire loot for