#quickread
Time has never flown for me. so I'm just waiting here,
It's just kinda stumbled around. planted on even footing.
I know I'm only 25 I know there's nothing
but it feels like I've been here very artistic about this piece.
for 3 lifetimes... It's more so just a diary entry...
Feels odd, at times - but it's 5am and I'm tired
me still being alive. and putting in the effort
never got me anywhere.
Death isn't something I fear anymore
and there isn't really anything
here to look forward to
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
Greatness strides down through her hair
Eager hearts go chasing after
Dark minds keep solemn watch
As a rope drapes from the rafters.
Blue flesh and purple lips
Listless eyes and cold stiff toes
A man of cloth recites in earnest
A selfish prayer of stunted prose.
This ****** of crows that’s gathered here
Stands by in wait to see it’s done
They gloat in glee and flaunt their feathers
In this demise - the day is won.
By tomorrow another will come
Found by many with accusatory tongue
Without a witness to their name
The deal is struck, the rope re-strung.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC