I saw nothing in the light
I saw nothing in the dark
My complacency fucks my boredom
Together they will birth my Anti-Christ
...
Swig from this bottle and salt your slugs
Burn them away fuck them, fuck them
You don't need any emotion or numbness
Haven't you learned your destructive lessons yet?
Gods won't ever save or devour you
None of them ever existed anyways
Welcome to the end
And now you will come through anew
...
Your purposeful end was of vain
You thought you could listen and trust your own voice
You listened to the preacher, yes
And you brought your own end
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Death is only as meaningful as your emotions will let it be
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