Getting to the point…
I want to fucking get the hell out of here for good,
Leave,
Drive,
Fucking go somewhere,
Anywhere but here,
The further the better.
I cry my soul out to gods of anger and remorse,
They look down and spit on my wretched soul,
A soul which others seem to think is worth something,
And find something in,
Peace and comfort,
Where as all I am finding is nothing but a black hole of darkness and despair,
Shit for brains.
I fucking know nothing of this thing that people call life,
Onward I strive to the end of my line,
Waiting for it all,
Waiting for days to end,
To begin,
To mean something,
To realize something long since learned,
By me,
By others,
By anyone who gives a fuck or carries the torch of hope around in their heart,
It burns and incinerates everything I have grown to hate and despise,
Making it all unworthy and chard blackness.
Scorched and fucking tattered remains is all that is left here,
Nothing of sustenance,
Nothing of life,
New or not,
I find comfort in darkness,
Comfort in screaming,
In terror, in hate,
Words of anger that reach out to me,
Pull me into them seizing my hands,
My throat,
Taking my freedom,
Taking my heart and soul to be torn to fucking shreds,
Taken over by forces that aren’t my own,
I stumble and fall though my fucking hollow life that people see fit to judge.
To mock,
To stare at,
I’m a fucking non-conformist-conformist,
Here to be myself and also be in fucking denial of everything,
My fucking life is made of all the shit and everything in it,
Everything and anything,
Something,
And nothing,
Lacking,
Gaining,
Losing,
Finding,
Searching,
Looking,
Clearing,
Breaking,
Dreaming of nothing that will come tomorrow because I have long since died,
And now lay lifeless,
Nothing new or anything pure, or reasonable,
For the truth bites you like a bitch,
And I am here to fucking kick it in the ass and beat the shit out of it.
Here to struggle through it,
Without the comforts of a good home,
A good father,
And good feelings,
A group of friendly strangers,
Left to fucking die and be left to be picked over by the beasts,
Ravaged over by wandering things that see fit to examine my lifeless carcass,
And left to be here,
Fucking rotting in shame
#3
By Xentric