Shit Out of Luck

Good crazy
It defines me.
Why am i crazy?
This fear reminds me

This fear of my thoughts
This fear of pain
I’m afraid to get caught
I’m paranoid, insane

Happy go lucky,
But I have no luck
I embrace each day
But I still feel stuck

The tension builds up
Slowly I corrupt
What
The
Fuck?
I finally ran out of luck.

© By PollutedPoet On 4/7/2010 6:21:15 PM

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