Slay. Eat. Repeat.
Monotony cuts so deep.
Serve **** for breakfast,
consume horrors at lunch,
scroll till the soul depletes.
Dinner is bleak,
but I am the snack.
Subtlety confined,
only by tact
and somewhere along,
purpose lost track,
straight off the rails
and into my head.
My dreams are all vacant
dead in my bed,
now I’m strangling my fairytales
for something they said.
I wince as they wither.
I can’t be what they saw.
Seems just so trivial now,
doesn’t it all?
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Slay. Eat. Repeat.
Monotony cuts so deep.
Serve **** for breakfast,
consume horrors at lunch,
scroll till the soul depletes.
Dinner is bleak,
but I am the snack.
Subtlety confined,
only by tact
and somewhere along,
purpose lost track,
straight off the rails
and into my head.
My dreams are all vacant
dead in my bed,
now I’m strangling my fairytales
for something they said.
I wince as they wither.
I can’t be what they saw.
Seems just so trivial now,
doesn’t it all?
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