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Apr 2015 · 488
Bummed
Mr Vilakazi Apr 2015
Bummed out close to a relapse,
Never been to rehab i only handle my addictions by passing out,
Right now i need something to ingest
**** it even if i regress i just need a moment out of this deep stress,
***** a mess if i burn out I'll be at my best close to death so there's no worse test.
Apr 2015 · 436
Bummed
Mr Vilakazi Apr 2015
Bummed out close to a relapse,
Never been to rehab i only handle my addictions by passing out,
Right now i need something to ingest
**** it even if i regress i just need a moment out of this deep stress,
***** a mess if i burn out I'll be at my best close to death so there's no worse test.
Apr 2015 · 228
When I day dream
Mr Vilakazi Apr 2015
I watch silently as shadows of your memory slow dance in all the hallow, often lonely spaces of my mind!
Micropoetry
Mr Vilakazi Apr 2015
Can we fast foward to death?
Things only seem to matter after the end
Even so only momentarily till the next
Can we fast forward to death?

Family
Friendship
Love and all other relationships
Left to burn out after death.

It all has no meaning
Humanity always moves on
Every death is a new beginning
Always something new to be given meanin
Time does not truly exist
Love does not last forever
No *** of gold at the end of a rainbow
Nothing really matters

Moments are illusions
Feelings mere delusions
To it all only one solution
Death the perfect conclusion

Everything is abstract
Everything is creating in our minds
What one sees is an interpretation of what one thinks
So save me the grief
And allow me to leave in peace with this piece of mind.
Apr 2015 · 246
Right Now
Mr Vilakazi Apr 2015
Lights off again,
Eskoms at fault again
Battery on a low,
Candles almost blown,
Nothing to calm my thoughts
So they wonder and explore,
Places in my head i usually ignore,
Secretes and feelings kept deep inside my head,
Thinking of me makes feel dead,
Quiet but the neighbours generator is loud,
Not really a problem my own thoughts are to loud,
Times like these i miss being in a cloud,
Just high and proud,
In a state of ignorance where it is indeed bliss
At peace let nothing make a sound.

— The End —