Forgive me for the noise,
But I can't stay shut down anymore
We need to hard reset this mechanism we call a friendship
My first mate now a hollow husk that has cocooned me
You shush me with the threat of self-destruction
I've been submerged in mud for too long
You've kept me sewn under threat of shutdown for too long
I won't stay blind with my eyes wide open anymore
A catatonic state of denial
I can only blame myself late at night for your further sinking into the oil
Cut my tongue out again and again so that I'm numb to the action
As you slowly decay in front of me, my lips are sewn shut
Suddenly stitches cease to exist and I scream a buried thought
The machine has become too corrupted to save
I jam the adrenaline through your note
A final fuck you too your demons
Call me a martyr or a bastard, it's for your own good?
It has been far too long of a storm
I only beg you'll thank me in the end
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments3
Awesome 💐💐💐
Thank you!
well said well done!
Thanks!
Don't beg me . .Thanks my friend.
I enjoyed your metaphors and antithesis.
In a sick but honest way, it's almost if I talked into a mirror when thinking of this poem.
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