29/M/USA USN Veteran
Started writing in 2015
Every poem is a keyhole view into the person I am, follow me and read enough; you'll know me better than I do. 166 followers / 6.0k words
I've fallen into that inner void That you'd do your best to avoid All I find is a Jester laughing like I said the joke But looking at a replay of my life The King lights his smoke
Thinking of his past Queens Looking at all the inbetweens The rights and wrongs The places where feeling belongs
But this void is angry and seething Its a Demon and its teething With a enraged disgust and distrust Its a beast that hates one of it's own Listen you simply must
I've seen the real you and you're no Skipper You're no Queen, you were the Ripper You were the Jack of all trades, master of them all But only the ones that guarantee your King's fall
You just simply do not exist Please don't resist Just ride your white cloud into hell You to me are nothing, as I can tell
The King puts out his smoke In the end you were the Joke
I hate you Yes, yes I do Through it all and in the end I choose to hate you dear friend I don't lie Don't look me in the eye Pay no mind to me Its you I never want to see
"I don't remember what it's like to wake up anymore."
To clarify: This was inspired by my own habits, I smoke, I drink, I smoke ***, and I drink coffee like a God. Always needing a stimulant, a surfacing symptom of depression.