What was her number?
By 6am she was gone. I forgot to ask.
Did it hurt you
when I died? It hurt me more mate because I had to lie. I told you straight "I'm okay" then I went away and I couldn't stay, I couldn't even try o brother mine.
It burns in my chest
this desire fuelled passion, like a dragon's breath.
To live a life's a waste of time,
when nothing feels alright yet everything's 'just fine'. But tomorrow will be different until tomorrow was today. Imagine my surprise, when it turned out just the same.
Man will suffer in belief
and drown in truths ill conceived. Aspersions fills the air you breath, cutting deep you twist and wreathe. These jagged words arm the blind fear sharpens, fear lies. In the end, man will find fear's the end of all mankind.
I felt happiness
between bottles eight and nine and then it left me.
A fifty hour week,
sat behind my computer screen I earn my keep. Ensuring a single bed and four solid walls. Ensuring five hours of sleep, three ready-meals and a shower. This office full of clones justifying identical existences. Fifty hours surrounded by reflections and copies of those who only imitate the successful. Isolated from their lives as they are from mine, in sorry grey cubicles like cheap tombs decorated in this months spreadsheet wallpaper. An ant farm on the eighteenth floor, corporate and corrosive a logo for a Queen. I can work this Saturday, no problem. I cancel plans. A 60 hour week. Above all else life should be enjoyed.
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