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Ennui. June 3, 2012 at 1:48am Worthless, Me, My life. Nothing but garbage, Nothing but wreckage, Nothing but worthless rage, On a world where atrocities are common, I’m nothing in life, No good to my kids, No good to my someday to be wife, Nothing but a waste, A waste of space, A waste of face, Just wreckage in this world, Doing no good for anyone. I’ve never done right, Never done good, My life is darkest night, Just a blight, A scar upon wood, I can’t do anyting well I can’t do anything right, I can do no good. My life is a broken shell, Any goodness, swallowed by the night. No good for me, No good for anyone, I might as well give in to the ennui, Might as well caress my knife, Or swallow a bullet from my gun. I can’t do anything well, I can’t do anything right, My life is a broken shell, Any Joy, Swallowed by blight. Because I love the night, Night is when the stars, The stars shine bright, And share their godly light, Yet my life, Still seems swallowed by blight. Worthless I am, And shall always be, Life is a sham, And I’m drowning, In Ennui.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Ennui
Ennui. June 3, 2012 at 1:48am Worthless, Me, My life. Nothing but garbage, Nothing but wreckage, Nothing but worthless rage, On a world where atrocities are common, I’m nothing in life, No good to my kids, No good to my someday to be wife, Nothing but a waste, A waste of space, A waste of face, Just wreckage in this world, Doing no good for anyone. I’ve never done right, Never done good, My life is darkest night, Just a blight, A scar upon wood, I can’t do anyting well I can’t do anything right, I can do no good. My life is a broken shell, Any goodness, swallowed by the night. No good for me, No good for anyone, I might as well give in to the ennui, Might as well caress my knife, Or swallow a bullet from my gun. I can’t do anything well, I can’t do anything right, My life is a broken shell, Any Joy, Swallowed by blight. Because I love the night, Night is when the stars, The stars shine bright, And share their godly light, Yet my life, Still seems swallowed by blight. Worthless I am, And shall always be, Life is a sham, And I’m drowning, In Ennui.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
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