Grind...
my skin...
Grind...
my heart...
Grind....
my mind.
And as it slowly slips away
the wear and tear and wear and tear
GRIND!
taking away, taking away from my little mind
Today, today i shall go out side and smell the grass.
The dull mind slowly slips into the state of alarm.
Grind.
Slowly taking away my mind. slowly pulling away at me.
God damn. God damn this grind.
Of every day. of every day this is the last.
Can you see it? Can you feel it? the change in the wind, the grind of the air against your skin
Small log houses, burning in the background. Slowly disolving into nothingness.
GrInD of the casual day. see it today.
What i say is what i hear. i cant see this shit in here.
Grind.
Seven more left can you feel it now?
Seven little hooks stretching you apart.
Can you feel that now?
Sick little joke i had a sick little joke it slowly turned me made, one more day and this...
This...grind.
I dont know how to stop this.
this daily torture of things i wish not know.
Of people that wish to tear me down.
Topple my cards and bring it down.
Slowly eating at me this. Grind. A grinding feeling on my soul.
Haunted by...the daily ghosts. Of the daily deaths. Of the daily wars. this grind.
This grind has me down...has me down on my knees and i cant seem to stand
Grind.














Devious Comments
Great poem. Makes me all explody happy.
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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
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