Stoop
Oct. 30, 2024 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem of highs and lows.
MessageStoop Kid.
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They’ve won.Because they can.
So low, the violent blow.Flames, a show.Crimson vision.The steps of hell?
Symphonic stutters.A litany of lies.Torched till flesh and bone fall.CRACK A GRIN AT THE BEAUTY.
Pray for what you want.And see how far you'll stoop.To get it.Sadistic? Satanic? Simple.
The lottery strips you of wealth.Screw insurance.Chocolate sucks.Slice a smile through the skin and shine.
As the acid falls from your ducts,And tears rain from the sky.Stare.Missed by a ha(i)r(e).
Lose the dare.Take your wind.Feel the fire.Curse your name.
I won!Because I could!
So low, the violent blow.Flames, a show.Crimson vision.The steps of hell?
Symphonic stutters.A litany of lies.Torched till flesh and bone fall.CRACK A GRIN AT THE BEAUTY.
Pray for what you want.And see how far you'll stoop.To get it.Sadistic? Satanic? Simple.
The lottery strips you of wealth.Screw insurance.Chocolate sucks.Slice a smile through the skin and shine.
As the acid falls from your ducts,And tears rain from the sky.Stare.Missed by a ha(i)r(e).
Lose the dare.Take your wind.Feel the fire.Curse your name.
I won!Because I could!
