Crying, like the day I found our universe empty
Falling without ceasing describes my soul, dirty water in a flesh container
Who told me I’m not good enough, everyone I know almost
Mother didn’t, died without my pathetic assistance
Seems only fitting, I die down these unlit streets in a pond I’ve chosen.
CANNOT BE SAVED
CANNOT BE REDEEMED
I’M THE WORST I’VE EVER KNOWN
I DESERVE TO DIE quietly.
Crying in the bathroom at work trying to drown in a uncleaned urinal
Wipe piss off my face, pretend I slipped
Head first into a desecrated toilet, ate shit but didn’t die
At the end of a broken road leading to eternal punishment consisting of mistakes replayed
Writing for empty thrones, silent kings, disgusted queens
Likes then flushed, offline too
What am I doing still trying, oh I don’t know the future
EGO SAYS YES I DO
Pain, upon pain, like poetic posts in bricks, stacked upon my chest, handwriting mine, mediocrity confirmed for authenticity
THEY DON’T KNOW HOW FAR IN HELL I AM
WORTHLESS TO EVERYONE
AND HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR I AM
IT’S WHEN DEVILS SAY LEAVE THAT TARGET, HE’S NOT GOING TO MAKE IT ANYWAY
SO TAKE YOUR FUCKING PITY BACK
I DON’T WANT YOUR ATTENTION EITHER
WHEN I FINISH THIS MADNESS
It won’t be posted because zombies will just click like
Then forget every year we’ve spent together.
Presently, presently I’m tortured mentally day and night
Imagine an inferno in your head
Writing, I get a drop of water for each post
Can you imagine hearing daily “you’re simply better off dead”
Unarmed, no potent rebuttal
Therefore I’m coming to where I end
An orgasm in death’s vagina
Climax for a fallen man without support or purpose
Performing at all times, here I am
They’ll cheer throwing pages of my work in a shallow grave
Tombstone saying, who the hell was he anyway
Be sure to check in and sign the guest book
Say it is fun knowing I’ll never speak again
Then forget every year I’ve spent with you.
