alcoholic bliss. (Blinded eyes to see)
just sitting here- nothing fucking matters, tripped out on a class D and life isn't happening anymore.
I've been here before like it's my home, screwing, screaming, so full my soul is empty. Drip feed me violence, giving a shit, life through a fucking lense.
nothing can make it better- no philosophy, no out-dated theories-the lies no longer take over, no longer draw my attention, I am mine, and nothing more, and life is so incomplete it's power is overwhelming. It's irony no longer risible, it's faceless smile just a joke without a punch line.
I give in, and escape through my mind's eye.
I fucking love you all
Merlin
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posted by Merlin at 6:41 PM
4 Comments:
So, this is what Santa does in his off season, eh?
That is some very intense writing you've got going on. Fucking insightful! Way cool.
Each day I grow sadder. Exhausted by contemplation of a life past that was never lived.
Each hour I get colder. As this day falls into the same dull mist as all the others before it.
Each minute I get angrier. Time glides before me and I refuse to cling on and take my share of it.
And I look to see if there is anything left for me.
And there is time. And there is me.
Nice work anonymous- I'm just unable to take my share of time as it passes and then I look back on it and think that I was having an awesome time-which makes me depressed for the passing of time and I shouldn't be because I was having a shit time...you understand?
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