back to blue…

up-n-down…
blue…
mind changes in a moment’s notice…
elation…
terror stricken…
back to blue…

these thoughts…
no serenity…
highs-n-lows…
buying bus tickets at 4 in the morning to Cucamonga…
wanting sleep…desperately wanting sleep…
no-longer in the game…

senses heightened…
an all-out alert…
wearing the heart on a sleeve…
honest to a fault…
cry and cry and cry and cry…
writing bad poetry at 5:30 in the morn…

i saw this boy once at a Christian shelter in Joplin, MO. who said he needed a healin’…said he had devils inside of him that needed to come out…soul needed to be saved…
so he went to chapel that night and confessed his sins…his lusts…suicidal thoughts… gluttony…sadness…pride…
they beat on that boy til’ he couldn’t stand no more…,COME OUT SATAN…..COME OUT…LET JESUS ENTER…
but Jesus never came…never showed…

up-n-down…
blue…
mind changes in a moment’s notice…
elation…
terror stricken…
back to blue…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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