More poems by line that stuff up

Ima Religion Hater Maniac

creepster moves
itching crawling and scratching at my neck
peeling away the flesh hiding my nothing
whats left but the drug
the drip of eternity.
family yawns in despair
theirs nothing left of their daughter
but her dying skin and stringing hair.
god was meant to save
so I guess the idea aint real.
makeshift a bed and
sleep in the gutters
cause your meant to spent time with the
rats of our lives.


stealing and believing are the same thing.


god rapes you of your own beliefs
and makes you feel like a piece
ready to be thrown away.
too bad my drug has already done so.



P.S if you believe in ^god^ ok, you have your belief I have mine, you shouldnt have read my poem.

also I want people to know when I write I mean for it to be sketchy, like a piece of art. Maybe some lines dont make sense to you but to me theyre the color on the canvas making my dream come alive. Haha I got all poet on you.