The Rage of 2001 (is a flow as well)

Bleeding with rage, swallowed without tears. Buried fears, burning bodies, drowning babies, ignored, laughed at, in an artificial world. Living a dream, dreaming a life. Yet to be blinded by the light of bliss. But stabbed in the throat, by the guilt in which we soak ourselves. Shot in the head, staring, mocking the dead. Crashing thoughts, spinning eyes. Twisted cravings, silently raving. Do yourself a favor, use a razor. It could have been the reason they couldn’t save her. Eight shots and thirty lines too many. Coke, dope, death, and sex. Energy drained, living a life in shame. Trapped in a bubble of souls, as my hair became smoke, eyes as rubies, consciousness, as a dark cloud. Wish I was granted, one day as another, I would feel no hesitation. Only but to breath the rain. Not burned from acidic pain. Day seven hundred thousand gasping for air. But questioning words, I would not dare. All have shit in the face of trust. Lust drizzled over love. On open wounds. Spoken too soon. After the bones of the human race are crumbled and crushed, and gone within the winds gust. Just Smothered under high heals like a cigarette butt. Fuck it all. Stumbling to a crawl. pacing, pheening. I wish i hadn't known this unwanted seeming. A baby too sick, a snake too slick. Stuck, yet lower than hell, into a mistake we fell. All real has been hushed, but the past, playing loud and lush. Blasting. Bragging. Nagging. All bombed and shattered. Frozen and incomplete. Among the foundation of something significant, is the insane and irrational. Guaranteed. Heavy eyes, dominate lies,cover last times. A time to shine, getting dimmer. As for this mind selecting ignorance, aahh how much simpler. Heads lower, to discover, this fire to smother, this love to suffer, and that all there is left to offer, are illusions that go on forever.