I walk into the mirror
I transcend through broken glass and memories
Every little fuck-up on repeat and replay
I yell and slam my head through drywall
Just to get 5 unconscious moments alone
Devoid of voices of reason and destruction
Fuck the Devil and Angel on my shoulders
Ever occur that I haven't cared since the beginning of this?
Every little feeling of security and love stamped out like a fire
Snuff me out and desecrate my corpse to further the anxious delusions
Vomit from this sickness of sadness
I hate the skin, vessel, scabs, and blisters
Happy that I've fallen from heaven?
Apathy more familiar than Happy
I've given up on reclaiming the throne atop the mounds of shit
Might as well replace the effigy with the real thing
Nail me on my narcissistic cross
I ask not why or if I was forsaken
I stay silent and numb like a horsefly
You've really wanted to see this?
Then let me drop so I may actually finally rest for once
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Really about how sometimes I almost "hate" the things or people or reasons that keep me from ending it all. More based off conversations with my own self in a way
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yeah sometimes it all don't seem worth while, I hope you can spackle. nice work ww
Thank you! It's hobbies like these that keep the flame flickering. Glad you enjoyed it though!
ain't that the truth, do not let it go out, ww
You too my friend. My bio explains my muse for these poems fairly blunt and simple to say the least. Guess we all need a reason for madness : /
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