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Snotty VX Jan 2017
There are people to miss, we've seen so much.
It's all behind us now.
Everything. A memory.
A branding of chemicals in our cerebrum.
Every millisecond of our so-called existence.
Every heart beat.
It's but a principal of physics.
Maybe nothing more than that?
No?
It's all just it our heads.
We're all just in our heads.
Our heads are in our heads.
Our heads are a myth.
Everything made up by our heads is a myth.
Nothing more,
Nothing.
But what we refer to as,
The big vaccuum.
Snotty VX Nov 2016
I want to sleep. Sleep, maybe, until everything else is dead
then there's just a desolate Earth, in it's orbit around a star
me, sleeping there, next to  my friends' corpses, on a bed of dried poppy flowers
,stale tear stains on my wet white t-shirt
I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's okay.
Snotty VX Nov 2016
There's a giant bruise on my leg.
I fell asleep on my red couch at sunset
she a ******* *****. I hate her.
I want to bathe myself in arcrylic paint.
and scream, "O Canada!" in Washington DC
I'll burn off my fingernails later,
pick fleas out of my ears,
swallow the rock stuck up my throat
and watch the whole world get ****** by the void


I really feel like I have to *****. it's a bit of a euphoric feeling.
Snotty VX Nov 2016
Nobody in the room is talking..
I'm enjoying this sliver of a moment
Snotty VX Nov 2016
The moment, when it all comes down at once
The weight comes crashing into your back, snapping your spine in two.
Struggling to breathe as you put all of your strength into holding it up
It takes mental strength. You forgot to work out last night.
Trying to keep from tripping on your own feet.
Eventually, it gives away, falling on top of you.
Comes out in clots, clots of sentiments and emotions,
Spat out by the gray scribbles which slither through your mind.
Controlling you, Every time you encounter another being with supposed intellect
The sweat pooling up in your clenched palms, shivers rolling down your neck
Struggling, violently but silently, not to let more of it pour out onto the ground.
Not to be crushed dead.
Every scream is a whisper, every whisper is a scream.
Anything audible goes through in radio static.
The expressions, their questioning expressions.. They glance for a second then excuse the phenomenon.
All you can do is look at the ground, choke on your breaths
Hold on to your chest, press the “clear” button.
The moment, when it all comes down at once.

— The End —