10.2.24 - truly truly, I say unto ye -
I worry too much for other people, truly
I worry myself so sick I can't eat, sleep,
piss, shit, drink - all I do is throw up phlegm
and shit out bile. If my bones are the
barbed wire around the winding down
Nuclear plant, then even the gates
are rusting, and if it starts rusting further even
iron wrought breaks down in time
And this energy we've concocted, we can
neither create nor destroy, how could we? I
bow before the laws this Universe
dictates, thermodynamics and
Microwaves
Let the antimatter cease its comparison
for it is thieving our Joys from me
And I long to dance with Orion again.
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ANTHOLOGY : THE GRIPPY SOCK HOTEL
PoesíaI got trapped in a mental health facility *who I will be suing, btw* Because they intentionally overdosed me on day 10 of my stay, to force a day eleven. They didn't count on me being smarter, and willing to bide my time, and wait. Anyway, this is...