Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2015
que the incoherent ramblings of a slightly inebriated sadist
who's brain is plagued by the tongue of Satan
and there is no easy way to say this
but i have an opinion,
therefore
i am going to state it

and through my veins runs a most potent concoction of hatred
a sheer and utterly perplexing disdain for human nature
and anything else even remotely associated

i welcome death and darkness as if we were closely related
and my brain is my coffin,
there is no safe haven

but comrades, do not be mistaken
for i am god
and so are you
but in order to maintain a state of equilibrium,
sometimes i am very inclined to masquerade as the devil too

and i'll admit it,
im probably a little sick and very confused
but im also cynical, pessimistic and devoid of hope
and ironically,
im but a clusterfuck of atoms and isotopes
pondering the structure of atoms and isotopes

but then again, maybe i just need to cut back on the coke
and the acid, shrooms, dmt, ecstacy, and the obscence
amount of ******* cigarettes that i smoke

but within the deepest confines of my tormented soul
there is a hole
that i feel only the solace of a controlled substance can console

like, how the **** am i supposed to find contentment
in existence
when i know that every living creature on earth will inevitably
die
alone
Dennis Scott Morgan
Written by
Dennis Scott Morgan  Austin
(Austin)   
1.5k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems