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I am dying The thought occurs to me every now and then Jolting my psyche like a bucket of cold water on a sleeping drunk I just turned 32 this year I can already feel the cold tendrils of deaths advance Some days I can even smell its putrid breath on the back of my neck I’m not dying of anything immediate No nothing as glamorous as a drug overdose or a gunshot wound My death more than likely won’t make national news I am dying It is a slow and pitiful death Caused by a lethal mix of age, apathy and neglect Every day I poison myself a little more Complex carbohydrates and processed sugars in every meal Caffeine carcinogens and aspartame to wash the poison down I can feel my muscle waste away As I sit 10 hours a day answering the same inane questions Over and over again to earn the right to what’s left of my meager existence I am dying This must be the case because I am certainly not living At best I am merely surviving, simply continuing to exist Maybe tomorrow or maybe in 20 years Even if I quit my job and start an organic vegan diet Even if I exercise, meditate and confess my sins I am dying
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
I am dying
I am dying The thought occurs to me every now and then Jolting my psyche like a bucket of cold water on a sleeping drunk I just turned 32 this year I can already feel the cold tendrils of deaths advance Some days I can even smell its putrid breath on the back of my neck I’m not dying of anything immediate No nothing as glamorous as a drug overdose or a gunshot wound My death more than likely won’t make national news I am dying It is a slow and pitiful death Caused by a lethal mix of age, apathy and neglect Every day I poison myself a little more Complex carbohydrates and processed sugars in every meal Caffeine carcinogens and aspartame to wash the poison down I can feel my muscle waste away As I sit 10 hours a day answering the same inane questions Over and over again to earn the right to what’s left of my meager existence I am dying This must be the case because I am certainly not living At best I am merely surviving, simply continuing to exist Maybe tomorrow or maybe in 20 years Even if I quit my job and start an organic vegan diet Even if I exercise, meditate and confess my sins I am dying
#death#dark#philosophy
david-hall
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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