The Damaged

You leave a poet with a loss for words…
Purge
(Purge)
The thoughts of her
Until my memories are lost for certain
See I’m personally not deserving
Of a lot I am not a person
I forgot who I am
Just a box of verses
To adopt when you’ve got the urge
To impersonate philosophers
Burning pot and learning
Not to stop when your coughs are hurting
I am not a virgin!
I’m fucked
And I’m stuck discerning what you meant saying “enough”
When I shut the curtains
My luck's worsening
Ineluctable cucks I’m cursing as I'm
Cuffed to courtesy
Courting cunts
Despite the cuts I’m sporting over the course of a month
I can get a slut to slurping
Jerkin on my dick until it juts with sperm
And then I’m just deserted by her
Is it my just deserts?
Or am I just perverted?
With a lust for disgust and murdering
These muts like a fucking surgeon
Emerging from the dusk in a rush just to crush you vermin
Into dust while I’m chuckling smirking
I'm such a jerk and you can suck on my fucking gherkan
'Til I nut down and up on your skin
(Nah)
See this rut I’m circling?
Asking how much worse can
It get for me
Merging regret with ecstasy
Get the weed
That’s the recipe
For disaster
(Faster)
Spending the rest of the week in the lab
Fuck her I’m through with her
Bastard’s
What she calls me but I’m a musical master
A rapper
Screw you hoes
I’m adapting
The shit I take from y’all into a suitable
Chapter
Of the requiem played at my funeral
Movement numero uno
You know how rude that I usually do though
I’m fucking better than this but
Actually
I find a girl bed her and ditch gradually
At first then dash like Dick Dastardly
Get sad and revisit the thoughts on Instagram with my dick Masturbating to the chick savagely
Thinking I was the lamb in the situation
A fantasy flick and a bit of tragedy shit
Despicable vanity
(Bitch)
But I’ll be damned if I ain’t missing my sanity
Amityville in a can on the mantlepiece
Slim I’m randomly panicking a mannequin on a catamaran again
And honestly I’m planning to land at a cannabis farm
Or an average pharmacy
To get my buzz on and elaborate on the sea
That we sail upon
A mistress as grave and solemn as death
And you made a promise back then
You want to honour it
But you're drifting away from shore so far
You couldn’t swim back
Even if water was calmer and you were walking on top of it
Kick wet
Constantly escaping relationshipwrecks
I've got to leave this set
The scene's done
The sun’s set
But sleep none
I’ve got a tapestry to unweave like re-run
Unravelling what Penelope spun
But I guess you get to see the picture at least once a night
Before these cunts arrive
In the morning and eat all the rice
I creep stall and hide
Weep ball and cry
I keep falling
Doctor! Doctor!
Tell me can I be recalled to life?
I’m locked up in a vice
Can I be called alive?
I’m not sure
But I’m sure she's not your type
I reap crops the scythe
I heave’s caught in fibers
Each stalk I slice’ll
Seep awful blight
For thee thoughtful miser
Who seeks to feast on it
E’gosh I’m Christ
On three crosses tied
To these knots and knives
Are being tossed at my mouth
Bleed while they pleading please drop the mic