Like my friend the brown recluse
I'm just trying to make it through the day
But most of the time,
You just end up drowning in $20 bug acid
Before it's even lunch time
I'm tired of eggshells.
I want to break.
I want to be known
And seen
And heard.
I want to live to the fullest,
Spilling my bleeding heart on the road I travel,
Signing my name on my spot in the world.
I crave violence.
Here is the wolf cub you forced to live with lambs.
And it has grown
And aged
And withered
And now it craves blood.
Tired of eggshells and shallow loyalty.
I give everyone my all but in return I am left completely undone and unsatisfied.
I used to be so peaceful and kind,
A saint in my own way
Call me egotistical but I radiated peace.
Now,
I roil and thunder
Smashing windows
And shoplifting lighters so that I can collect enough fire to keep this soul ablaze
I think I like it,
The chaos.
Rumbling stomach hungry for more
I want to consume until I am satisfied with what life has to offer.
And then return to my ever slumbering self.
The sad reality is that there are no sidewalks to go drunkenly skipping down,
No friends to help fuel the fire.
The entrance to Utopia has been closed,
And now I'm all that stands.
The Atomic Space Kid who forgot to take their head out of the clouds,
And as a result
I got left behind on the bus while the other kids
Grew up
Moved on
And lived
Without me.
This is all simply self indulgent, since who else will pity a party for one but themself?
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Between the Lines
Poetry(Part two of a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
