InfinityComplex [ALREADYDEAD]

InfinityComplex [ALREADYDEAD]

your day’s only as nice as your most recent cig

fag at times, straight as fuck dope boy at others

kill me with a smile, save me with a kiss

been down bad crying out for my dad

he sailed away into the abyss a minute ago

kids playing in the park, mom sipping coffee slow

did you think i cared about the daily news

nah i jus wanna write poetic café kind of blurbs

don’t need the game… game’s what needed me

i smoke & sip & read & write & listen to my music

busy myself in the undercurrent of it all

scaling back a bit, truth in less… less is more

lesson in the kitten sitting on the ledge

been thinking about staring out of windows

been thinking about staring at white walls

there’s truth out there in the midst of all the lies

thinking too much leads to an early demise

smoke & get high a lot to your own shit

i’m not doom scrolling, i’m jus scrolling

death releases the shackles, death releases…

time spent smoking in the afterlife

luv means death

i promise u, luv means death

she spends too much time contemplating

contemplating how other people view her

we all die in time, we all exist in the moment

douse my grave in holy water

puddles catch cloudy teardrops

smoke wafts from corner to curb

sex sells… i hate what’s popular

live for the underground

die for the underground

heart beats slow, beat bangs… woah

she’s dope… picks up a bag of blow

came into & eventually leave this world w nothing

so what are we even crying about?

fuck love… love yourself

imma die about mine, tat me up

imma die about mine, tear me apart

i write to cure myself, not for entertainment

no loose ends… loops, no dead ends

i’m a bitch… yea, i’m a bitch

smoked out, watching Orange Is The New Black

death sets us free, death sets us free

black asphalt, purple haze skies

pink rain, orange imbued light reflection

never needed to make sense

dead poet’s society

a hundred years passes & we’re all dead poets

the government curses my drug usage

i thank God for the quiet comforts

i thank God & repetitively listen to the verses

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going ghost on it all except reality

then jus hit the escape key

escapist pleasures 222 the highest degree

grab my coffee & dip out

smoke behind the scenes

everything behind the scenes

i write about life at a based level

iced out in the cut

i’ll always love Kanye idc

she smokes a doobie in all black

could you be like a hand rolled cigarette?

i’m a masochist in love with low level anarchy

i know that… yea, i already know that

tat my knuckles while you’re at it

i roll up & roll in like i run shit

always been in love with a slut or two

i write anthems for the real playas

friend’s the angel looking out from above

she exists in your imagination

damn bruh, can’t fuck too heavily with any girl

girls so cool, but they broke my heart long ago

music took away my soul as i bang my head

the beat seeps into the fabric of my being

drugs in the club & she’s dipping it down low

thugs with the drugs, punk sluts with the love

pretty little liars, pretty little fears

you could honestly kill me whenever

it’s whatever boo… life whatever, death whatever

i ascend to the upmost heights as i get high

nothing matters except what you create

dress the best, ignore the rest

i really went for broke…

went all in despite being numb

she can’t cure me, the remedy within

she’s a dirty birdie, i’m a dumb doggie

she writes in her diary, i bump my tunes

i died over a decade ago

this is misery club business

smoke a cigarette in misty air

trees go on for miles, extend to the Heavens

Hell is caring too much

idle bums got no motion

i’m always making moves on my own

deadbeat junkies searching for a vein

sonically mellow artistic savant creates gems

if you’re reading this, it’s too late

let me blow your mind & you could blow mine

i’m jus grey ash

black heart dissolves into sediment nothingness

bury me with my art in some gucci fit

dead yesterday, today & tomorrow

there’s peace in sadness, falsity in joy

life is some bitter truth, death some sweet release

we’re each other’s ecstasy

sink me in your ocean

at the end of it all, i hope i wake up in your arms

at the end of it all, i hope it all makes sense

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she kills me

she wears me down

like the soles of my shoes

she wears me down

phantom blue, phantom moon

drugs all been used

i feel worn out & used

born by the beach

rebirth near the mountains

sex is no cure

sex is hardly beautiful

kissing with music on

kinda the coolest

never kiss & tell

pierce the veil

hooded eyes, new mail

salesman & another stupid sale

i sell nothing

drugs & tats still cool to me

cool shit cool to me

some lil peep vid

Bukowski’s poetry

still tryna understand Sylvia Plath

i’m pretty dumb, broke & dope

all of it’s so stupid

jus find comfort with where you’re at

manifest the escape out the mud

glow in the dark

moonlight guides in the night

shine bright in the light

light up the stimulant

up on almost nothing, up to something

clouds drift slow, subtle bends of the road

maybe i’m next up, maybe nobody

i’m a sinner, she’s a sinner, he’s a sinner

crystal altar, smoke ring pew

my idols all but dead

God protects the graciously benevolent

bury me peacefully light like a feather in snow

baby girl wylin, i jus wanna be alone

pop a pill or two or three or four

psychiatrist hooks it up some more

gave up alcohol not jus for lent

repentance for my sins only to sin over again

jus say three our fathers & ten Hail Mary’s

don’t make the same mistake twice

bide my time & spend another day waiting to die

wading in early shores, thinking of Christ

A.A. Meetings… wanna get high & i jus might

life is jus art, girls, vice & a roll of the dice