ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
See you in my next life,
like the last cold beer in the fridge.
Guitar solos and poinsettias,
slipping off the edge,
of the three-legged card table
with the coffee stains
and cigarette burns
with morals lost,
knowledge gained,
and a few unwanted lessons learned.
Pop culture casualty,
revolver to the head.
Presumed aloof at 10:07,
bleeding lyrics on the bed.
Fast forward thirty years ago,
with the words pasted to your tongue,
like sex on a Sunday morning,
and black tar embracing your lung.
Walking on shards of glass,
with rosary in hand,
symbolism of abstract thinking,
just to find out it was planned.
like the last cold beer in the fridge.
Guitar solos and poinsettias,
slipping off the edge,
of the three-legged card table
with the coffee stains
and cigarette burns
with morals lost,
knowledge gained,
and a few unwanted lessons learned.
Pop culture casualty,
revolver to the head.
Presumed aloof at 10:07,
bleeding lyrics on the bed.
Fast forward thirty years ago,
with the words pasted to your tongue,
like sex on a Sunday morning,
and black tar embracing your lung.
Walking on shards of glass,
with rosary in hand,
symbolism of abstract thinking,
just to find out it was planned.
"Feelin' uninspired
Think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
Then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me"
-Stone Temple Pilots, "Creep"
Think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
Then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me"
-Stone Temple Pilots, "Creep"
© 2004 - 2024 MelancholyDaydream
Comments14
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Again...this one's sad but I don't know why.
It has perfect realism, of those thoughts that stray into our heads when we're alone
It has perfect realism, of those thoughts that stray into our heads when we're alone