Enjoy The Ride

you can go ahead and judge me
finality hidden behind being free
another half-hearted dying try
label me till the day i die

what you say means nothing to me
i am myself who i want to be
rage rage against a brutal sea
life has no fucking answer key

life life life so filled with hate
judging glaring eyes that just wait
a little stumble becomes a neverending fall
you tell me i’m fine in a stupor of alcohol

dead souls a grave of sorts
label me and my cohorts
i know maybe you think i’m punk
too bad you can’t see behind the junk

all my life i waited to see
what it was that would set me free
i sit frozen from deep inside
just hold on and enjoy the ride.

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By The Dying Euphoria

I may not be the average junk addict, seeing as I still have a few things going for me, but I'm a slave to heroin just the same. I'm a sad sight, no doubt, but that's the way life is, and you can't help it. So whatever you do, don't try and fuck with it. I like it when people e-mail me and reply to my posts, so please, speak your mind to me, if you wish. I have a blood, violence, and self mutilation fetish, so I'll spend a lot of time in the Erotica section, posting and reading. I write poetry, and I'll be posting thousands of poems. So please, check for my name often. If I disappear, well, I probably took my fetish too far...