Empty
Poisoned
Abruptly fucked
Mindless hellhole
are the few things that are true
about this mildly ironic world.
Things like painkillers
made to alleviate pain
are now meanings of
keeping me alive.
Headache
Harm
Hurt
Hated
Heartless
This facade
This schizophrenic psychological
ironic life
is what life is?
Is what the meaning with it is?
Like a junkie
Like a dark saint
Like a punkie
with some vodka in the hand
told to follow your dreams
but blasphemy if you through do.
The nobodies
Working to be someone
just to die knowing you did not screw up
did not fuck up.
What a life
What a dirty fucking life
where showers don’t even help.
3AM scrubbing the skin off your body
loosing yourself into the pleasurous pain.
We know we’re dead
we know we’re failed
we know just who we are.
I rather kill my self
jump off a bridge
shot my brains out
than be with you
around you
in you.
I can’t decide what would hurt the most
in this diabolical body.
Covered with scars and burns
as a memory
as a sweet reminder that we are not here forever
but neither for long