Back In Black

i pulled the strings of my soul
stomach digested
contusion heart
the liquid stretches on the floor
grabbing and scratching
aching and shoving
loving and caring
hateful and sorrow
you really are my friend?
for the very soul purpose
of its nature
i found myself in a bottle of yager.
i found myself in a bottle of vicodin.
i found myself on the floor.
for the very soul purpose of its
nature.
its reached its highest degree of
amplitude
all the seasons collected over time
dark coronation
i found myself on the floor
ive reached my point
arraignment, engagement
i cant trust anybody no more
so i find myself on the floor
once again begging for some more
donation devastation
humiliation.
Ive reached my highest degree of
i shall turn my head
and walk once again.
stray away far
mended collected
it was too expensive
i was never good at chess
i did however was king for a day.
made my move
but i was checked
broke the silence
sent back to zero
fall towards me
follow me
cant you see
you really fucked me up
and if there is anybody out there
that can hear me
see me
watch me
taste me watch me bleed
i found myself once again
i found myself willing to bend
i gave myself you collected
you fed yourself
you tasted my nectar
my nicotine
my sexual fiend
was it sweet or was it bitter
did you taste the very essence
of my soul or has it made you sick
did it serve its purpose
has it become stale
has it reached its highest degree
did you find yourself on the floor
begging for more?
as i did.