Blue Collar Royalty Apr. 2015

The End Is Here -‐ 2-‐13-‐2015 Life was simple. She became my instrumental. But then simply, apple juice mixed with henny blended quickly...and things changed. We could no longer be the same. She could no longer feel my pains. I gave her new ones. Splintered by the nuisance in my brain. We lost touch. Caused by the corrupt mix in my cup. I bossed up. 'Cause fisticuffs became too much and headaches shake terra firma. And the mistakes that my miss takes erupt to equip lethal burners. Spewing shots from gullet to ear lobe. Audio patrol. Beat down by the profound confusion found within our souls. Left our beings suffering multiple disillusions, turned blue. From CRIPpling contusions that crept in while in pursuit. Thoughts conclude sins of the mind. An emotional Columbine shot up my spirit. But when a shot rang out you couldn't hear it. Just a dead man walking. Inspirational quotes eloped and allowed the emptiness to walk in. Doors close. Windows crack to expose the flaws. I feel withdrawals. Occasionally love calls, but I know I've already lost the game. And the sadness just remains, with such disdain for the smiles. Memories of when she used to. Provoke the bullets in the chamber. So after you hear the "BANG!" we forever become strangers. The End Is Here! By Gregory Arteest Akers 2015 © Abstract Lines. All Rights Res \

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