MEAT SHACKS AND TEETH STACKS | ART BY GEORGE REDHAWK

Whenever I feel happy again I fear it will end.

Left alone: the wolves, the wolves.

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Point Blank | Art by Aron Wiesenfeld

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This is the point where life drops me off and calls it a day,

And the hurt crashes into me so hard that it tears my clothes off of my back,

My scabs off of my wounds.

I’m left standing in the cold,

Feeling nothing but the sharp wind spiking at my bareness.

I look back at the world and see myself; I look inwards and see nothing.

My Love For Her Blisters My Skin | Art by Pejak

Shuffled around like a crap hand – pejak

they liked using me on the rookies.

 

This isn’t a poem. It isn’t a story –

It’s just an observation,

that some behaviors can’t be explained,

some emotions can’t be categorized.

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I was a violent shit, head lost in self hatred.

I guess that was God’s joke on us both.