I Saw Myself Today Again, Again, And Again

The 2 A.M Writer

I'm so sad

So very sad

I must be the saddest man alive

Let me fuck myself with these words every night

I get off on hatred towards my own malformed face

I was the one that put on this crown of thorns

And for what, to get closer to the burning bush and lamb?

Kick me, punch me, fuck me up

I found Jesus was never born in the best way!

I savor masochism and a frail mind full of lies

But did I put them here myself?

...

What Jesus?

What Satan?

What mother fucking Messiah?

Is it only me?

...

 

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2017 12:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Have you found a God, or have you found yourself?
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32
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  • orchidee

    You have marked this as 18+, but it's disturbing. Also a bit ambiguous in places.

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Well, yeah. It's marked 18+ for a reason. And the ambiguity is something I can't even explain. It all just flows out with my writing, sometimes it doesn't even makes sense to me



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