The Complicated Simplicity of Mr.Contradictalyps (Russian Regret)

Why explain a poem when you can just read it?

I'm a conosuier of shoveling the advise people prescribe and diagnosing the blueprint of my own grave
Caught between the continuity of the con-artist that convinces me my escape mechanisms are the only way I can create
Pick the scabs
pill the paint
pay the piper at the corner of the street
Or Maybe its just as f*****g simple as I'm just bored of trying my best because its a lot more to fun to stay the same
The self loathing broken clock don't feel wrong even if its right twice a day
The ticker time bomb on the wall could never blow up, severed veins
deemed as Mr.downer,
vanities veins,
my arms a train
Alarm set for 2 P.M
the same same song stalks me everyday,
Stuck on repeat...
it never ends... only plays
the morbid life of a pretty stain
I overslept thru my wake
your Christmas carols sleep me awake
I'm a flaky m**********r...
even at my funerals after party I show up fashionably late
Flip the mattress, crusty sheets
Right into bed,
Count my sheep,
Lil Bo benzo don't say a peep,
She just there to help me sleep
These addictions that I feed
These wants I mask as needs
Emotional porn, smell the meat
Id rather rot then pay my lease
Respect the c**k, pull the teeth
Eat your dinner and grind your beef
Pull the wisdom, too blue to bleed
Now let your chicken that you eat
Get caught in the open pores
open casket
Closed sores
Dead fetus,
Ovulating egg baskets
The Easter bunny sold the rabbit holes schematics
Gods paramedics got caught in traffic
So we just self medicate in the place of their absence
The abscessed black pit,
as my gummy bears decay
The angels fade to dust,
As dusk gets smoked by day
haunting the innocence of your new big boy teeth
No matter how much you brush, the rotting meat just never leaves
Russian regret
Thru the chambers in my head
Barricade the doors,
let the barrel kiss my neck
Spinning bottles to try my best
to suppress
I never try my best
But just because I'm selfish don't
mean I don't wish you the best
I want to give what I never get
Lick the fungus of what I infect,
I thought I could cure the severed flesh
But my disease is a loaded clip,
Aim at my dome so ill never miss
Cocked & ready to shoot my snarky little grin
I show up late,
leave my tip,
sip your cup,
then shoot my lead!
My load is spread,
The hole is fed,
getting off to to you never getting in
My favorite little fetish of tongue loving the gaping sores inside your pretty little head
But Id rather live inside my own, 'cause the narisisytsm pays my rent
An introspective, self obsessed,
Mr. Empathetic narcissist
Who feeds his ego by feeding a fleeting bliss
Guilt stalks every regret, I can't repress the things I did
destroying what makes you happy just so I can to have something to fix
Whos only peephole don't look at people, Id rather just obsess on looking in
But still points a finger every chance I get
Before the forearm had a heart to slit,
But veins aren't for cutting, they're for wasting rent
I'm no money shot, in fact I'm nodding off on the bench
But just 'cause I don't need needles is no excuse for my sticky little artificial bliss
I'm sinking fast but yet oddly enough I'm kinda proud to admit
Wear my agony on my wrist
Vulnerabilities not my favorite vice, but its still one I can just never really resist
Guess it'll do until I get my fix
feel my futures innocence scorched to flakes under the lips of the flames skin
If little Neeko boy can't crunch up the cash,
Well need not fret,
its on the house,
some methahome from dad
Bubble gut withdrawals,
bubble black
as two lovers for life fight to the death while they spoon mask to mask,
barrel to lips,
give it a kiss
Now my child walk into your abyss
Popping oxys, im your moron,
this back and fourth oxy moron
The complicated simplicity of Mr.condradictalyps

Reviews

[audrie]

This is eerily beautiful in the most tragic ways. The depictions grasp my attention and bring me into a place of kind of seeing the bleakness that you are experiencing.

[Neeko Ford]

Here is a link to my music page as well containing my 7 year in progress concept album 'Resonating Cycles" https://soundcloud.com/neeko-ford/sets/resonating-cycles-e-p