wrote this at a very depressed age and time.then i evolved into sick shit.
Artist: SpaceVein.a.k.a Senor Carnardo!
Song: To my undying sickness
Album :”music for sad people” E.p.
In sickness and health, a hypochondriac breathes for stealth
Shuffle the pills and witness the fate that’s dealt
Waking up everyday is a challenge of mental stability
Put tampons in my eyes, blood shot from the highs of insanity
I’m sick of always loosing false fragments of false hope
My stomach stains from hunger pains of having no love down my crusty throat
My bitterness slides from my foul halitosis tongue
I’ll breath in problems that I can’t solve and dissolve my lungs
Sedated by what I need and what I need is out of present reach
Regurgitate my expression less profile of a heart in my depressed speech; bleed my brain dry with her thoughts when I die every night in my sleep
So pa** the morphine and loose the champagne
I woke up feeling like shit, so I think I’ll drown my pity in a toilet today
My fingers blister from this pen that stains the paper with colloquial h.i.v
Spreading through my body killing me trying to find the key to the door of “what is me”
Mental STDs burn my unborn dreams when I pee what they call emotion
Urinate my hate into a pool of effervescent love
Malnourished from eating loneliness and sorrows crumbs
Every breath is a spear into my side releasing stress, water and blood
Problems bloom like the pox, killing visions of clear blue skies with clots of mud
Recovery is a puppets way of suicide with a legible motive
I have to stop running exhausted to the point of death defying fatigue, need a new potion of hope
My intellectualy morbidl needs don’t impress the bitches
So when I mix saliva with that significant girl, I’m healthy for a second and then reality injects me with, my undying sickness.
f*** ya´ll,ima walkin pandemic,give you my undying sickness
