slapped awake
by the cold
hard hand of morning

forced out of a nulling comfort
not experienced, just remembered

yearning to return
to blackened silence,
of world, and mind

as progressing hours pass
the craving deepens
along with the hope of a return

to blackened silence,
of world, and mind

i feel as though i've not done something

but surely i would not forget

something of such an importance

that could cover my body in sweat

the fingerless grip, the threadless noose

clasping tightly as though to remind me
of something

it seems ive forgotten to do

-

what i have not forgotten

is to worry of things

that my earlier sanity tended to

at the end of the day

lying limp in my bed,


what it seems i forgot, was my head.

waking up
before the sun meets the sky
to throw all interest aside
and float along with the tide
yet again

spend time like nickels and dimes
another ticket or fine
wont matter much see ive gone,
and sold myself

maybe its foolish to think
that i could somehow escape
these chains and live for today

im bound, to live within
this place thats full of houses
but has no homes
ive found, the more we build
the more we pull eachother toward the ground

Everything is black
from the coat on my back
to the umbrella keeping rain from my head

empty eyes ditto empty hearts
as we gather, stand, paying respect

a constant reminder
that though we think highly of ourselves
we'll never be as low

as the day that we dress up
in a suit and lie face up
in a coffin, that'll we come to know

goodbye.

dont say

dont give up.

things will get better.

every waking minute becomes darker
and dimmer.

you need not spend your life feeling like that which you are not. feeling as though

this is the end.

for no man, need keep company with thoughts as threating as these,quietly whispering

**** yourself.

i cannot fathom that there are those among us who mock, who utter the words

you are not alone.

That is not true.

i know that for certain

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