Co-exist
• Written by hallooish
I wonder, with no existence.
Not making an impact.
I have no purposeful
coexistence.
Like the tin man that wished for heart?
Like the conspiracies,
I question Noahs ark.
Cause I haven't seen the rain stop.
For a fucking start.
No fucking escape,
apart from a glock
in the dark.
On the surface, my pains
covered by laughs.
But when they tip me,
I spill, look at the wrath.
I will never stop,
Till im on those bills.
Unless the bills catch up,
then I name my kills.
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hallooish
Member since August 11 2014