I don’t need
to get in the last word anymore I can walk away from the issue in question I can leave the subject alone cuz I am better
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Trust me I don’t have
any answers but I sure wish I did If I knew the secrets of why it is what it is A friend once asked me if I could have any superpower what would it be? I told him I’d hack the matrix to discover the reason for all this shit What Makes This Life Tick The Point of Existence Why Life’s Terms Can Be So Damn Oppressive This friend of mine is dead died at 20 years of age I’m just a depressed individuals going through the vapid routines of any individual on the face of this wasted sphere I can’t figure out the point of any of it We live and then we die If heaven is the point then, well, I’ll still be me for all eternity Damned to suffer at the cost of this human body Slice my throat and release my soul Let it wither and die and never come back because I don’t wish to exist in a place as confusing as this Disastrous conclusions
drawn from silly confusions/ Black moon
Thunder & Gloom I find salvation inside the panic room Watch me walk tonight through the waning lights When the bullets come raining down I won’t stop my plight Thirsty for adventure Hungry for disaster Falling bricks are the sounds of my rotten anthem Find me in a pit of glory a place beaming with fury Find me deep in the depth succumbing to worries Everyone has their own truths, their own demons to fight, their own mountains to climb, and their own stories to write/
Events pass us
so fast and soon become just another memory to add to our collection So don’t take things for granted the good or the bad because before you know it it’ll be gone lost to history’s void I threw the bottle in the air and swirling and spiraling it came straight down crashing on the train tracks and this guy at the scene scolded me for it, saying I can’t do that, and I said: But who? me? He threatened to call the police and me and DP took off to his house, to store the butterfly knife I had just gone and bought him since he was too young to buy one himself. I wore a black hoody with the hood pulled over my head and as we came back out and hit the streets I saw Harry over there standing by the corner next to some other kid a foot taller and I picked up my pace, straight running to meet him but in front of him was a parked cruiser. I stopped just short like a hockey stop if I were on skates and saw him talking to the black cop who I remembered hearing had opened-fire on some young kid’s car, for reasons I don’t know/—or can’t remember———or had forced myself to forget. I stayed in hearing range and ducked off to the side and listened as the cop said: “And Harry, keep your friend out of trouble, will ya?” The cruiser pulled away from the corner and I emerged from the shadows and dropped my hood and for once I knew I could do it again.
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