Penned this whilst in a rather insane mood a couple of days ago. Sorry about the language.
inconsistencies of a lunatic
hate myself.
hate the world.
low self-estemm,
voices of irrationality.
stop - stop them
but they come
relentlessly,
seeking blood,
laughing, stomping, choking.
slit my throat and drink my life.
bare ceiling, creaky fan,
pale fluorescent light
hear my pleas, friends of the day,
allies of the night
set me free or reel me in
take my life and squeeze my brain
cigarettes. smoke. tobacco.
rushing. crazy rush to write
incoherent. incoherence.
thoughts, jumbled.
trap of cycles. trap of no where.
live in this world,
fuck and die.
want you dead
want you silent
fuck. shut up and die.
cry no more.
shed no tears.
fuck freedom.
freedom of the fiery
lust-filled spirit.
strangled in paradise,
chicken shit smeared in my food
laugh at this pathetic lil' shit.
fuck.
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i'm not as depressed as i sound..but only when i'm sad that my muse flows so freely, without borders.