random nite for poetry

I like to go back to my old poetry... read it, try to revive those old feelings of rage and madness.

sometimes i can.

sometimes it takes a few shots of vodka.

never the less... i think i was twisted when i wrote this one.

enjoy.

-loaded-

Erotic melodic envisioned mission
Amidst the mist of twisted listens
Ripped scripts that drip of slit wrists
Gripped sins held by pen powered fists
Unbelievable inconceivable thoughts of rhyme
Deranged head change found in a line
Breaking it out reupping the skill
Drugged on the power found in a quill
Undone locks unboxed and addiction back
Still the black spill resistance to crack
Forward march sleepless and corroded
words haunting at nite, forever loaded

-it is what it is-