I wish people didn’t upset me so much, I wish I was someone else, I wish i wasn’t wherever i’m at whenever I’m there. I wish it was easy to eat, and harder to drink. I wish it was harder to sleep and easier to stay awake. I wish I could amount to something.
Name ten girls you wanna fuck before you die and then go fuck them.
Name ten drugs you wanna do before you die, get all your friends to together and do them.
Name ten people you hate in your life and then go punch them.
Name ten thousands reasons why you wanna die and tell someone who might have forgotten.
Soon enough the sun set and another day will be gone, right now all you have is time time time. soon that will run out, that’s the only thing you can be absolutely certain about.
Enveloped in sadness, my mind a blank slate. Nothing to love, everything to hate. 2pm mornings and solitary nights. In genuine feelings nothing seems right. A thirst never quenched, hunger around the bend. Eat sleep repeat, talk laugh pretend. Phone calls and texts, a lack of eye contact. Pretentious values, strained cataracts. Insignificance haunts my every move, 3 opens chairs. I find my self alone in this room. Reflect and remember, the equation for nostalgic doom. Tap tap tap, the silence is broken. Every introverted motion is made sure to me noted. One two three the score is on the board. Nothing to do, nothing to live for.
I’m done trying to find new ways to be sincere.
On a lighter note, I now have a girlfriend. [:
I’m walking down an underground tunnel, the air is cold, my breath is a fog, the lights are becoming more and more spaced, It’s getting so dark I can barely see, my shadow grows larger with every step, stalking me on a morbid decent into nothingness, I want to turn back, but my trail is haunted, I must go back.
My body is radiating, faintly. My path is becoming illuminated. Step after step I become stronger, my spirit can fuel this fire inside of my soul, I need only to feed the flames. I know what needs to be done, I must see what lies in the darkness and silence, I must see the sky, the clouds, and life. I must smell the ocean once again and gaze upon it’s endless strength. I must feel the rain on my face, I must take in the distinct aroma the clouds offer to me before it’s assault against the material world and its phenomena.
I can see the end of the tunnel, I can hear wolves at my heels, I am running. The tunnel is getting smaller and smaller, i am crawling on my elbows, I turn around and see many shadows now. They have taken shape to creatures of unfathomable dread. Fangs and claws scraping against the rock. I hear a voice, it is Terror. He is speaking to me, his voice is vile and angonizing. I can almost see the end of the tunnel. The dust can bee seen through the beam of light, the rock has grown so close together that i now have to squeeze my body through, inch by inch. Sunlight is almost blinding me. I feel the edge of the tunnel and thrust my hand out into nothingness. I feel a sharp pain in my foot, I am being dragged back down the tunnel. I hear high pitched ringing and my vision goes black.
I awake to the faint glow of laterns in a tunnel, I can feel the cold, It’s silent. It feels as if time is standing still, I begin to walk down the tunnel.
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My eyes have opened, your call is weak and i’ve become stong, i recognize your mask and it’s been taken off, i now see you for what you truly are, your songs are now old and all your fruits are rotten, the timber is lit and the fire has started, your shadow still remains, but soon it will be daylight and you will be vanquished.
