The doomed fish

The doomed fish.

+++++++++++++

Days ago I said

Goodbye to sleep

because my dreams

exhaust me

and 

I trust em even less

than

this Current Waking

State

Where 

Angels stand on street

Corners

legs open and

Smokes

Dangling from their 

ever-

-Snarling- Lips of

Misplaced 

Hate

(I loved them all but

could

Never afford one)

I'm sad alot but 

never

knew what happy was

and maybe

that's

the real tragedy in

all 

This cluster-fuck

Damn

No wonder my only

Friend

Never bothers to punctuate

what's the point?

If others can't read 

Between

The blurred lines they

were

doomed from the start any

way

Because if you can't draw 

your

Own Conclusions most

will

quickly conclude you're

not 

worth the effort 

and 

never

Deserved

Any

Of

Those

Angels 

who slay

The

Beasts chomping 

on 

your

Histrionic Heart

+

(Five days later and 

I'm

Clinging to consciousness

like

A doomed fish wallowing

on

A beach 

drowning 

In his

own 

Fish bullshit

STILL

Trying to 

remember!!

(If those fuckin

Angels 

Ever smiled.)

Jsh