#1
C4C. one of the very few things I write that aren't meant to go to music.

Wandering off cold alone drunk as the night,
hungry eating all the words that you raped,
excreting dreams with the power of ten thousand suns,
solar flares implode upon the surface of descrepency,
bringing ash to the very exhistence of options,
exhistence is zero, intellectual inhabitance none,
devoted unraveled, rivaled or torched, confidence dead
trapped in a highway ditch gasoline scorched.
Your hands scower down the feaver bed,
with the smoothe sleak resemblence of a dry lonely oak,
desolate deprived dark dead space,
filling up every corner and permeating through the the cracks,
the cracks of every possible positive outcome,
wringing out the past as the moments become diagnosed,
terminal dark dead drifting, vacating a vacuum illuminated by alcohol IV's,
seeping through veins and skin dying off like desert soil,
vultures hungry gaze burns passion through the cheap glass window paine,
terminal becomes traditional soaked deep in the debt of shock,
terminal becomes situational as necessary as a diabetic to an insulin shot,
bleeding all over winters precious snow,
dripping into the never ending labryinth of the well from which i drink,
drink in my own solid as stone state of non responsive eauphoric inevitble saneness,
from which the latches grasp aside my stomach,
the prison from which there is not escape,
bleeding until each and every crack agrees the dry hungry cobblestone has been fed,
fleeing into winter with a few final words of loathe,
bleeding all over, all over winters precious snow,
orchestrating a suicide as inevitable as the certainty of rain,
bleeding out all over, all over winters precious snow,
bleeding out all over, as the car horn sheers through the silence i think its time to go.
Quote by herby190
When I saw that, I thought of musical notes.... my elementary school teachers taught them as "tee-tees" "ta-tas" and a bunch of other nonsense....
#3
Quite interesting imagery and word-choice.

If this is meant as a poem, the only thing I'd even consider changing the line spacing; could add an interesting flow to it if you experiment a bit.
#4
"terminal becomes traditional soaked deep in the debt of shock,
terminal becomes situational as necessary as a diabetic to an insulin shot,"
Definitely my favorite lines. The whole thing is good, but the only issue i have is i can't really see how this makes any type of emotional impact, you know?
I absolutely love the adjectives though, it was really fun to read because of how well everything was described, and thought out.
Very nice.