well done
you hcked some broke mf that was already thinking of ending their lives
the mf's i smile at cos ive been there before
wondering
should i just fk right off then
until some random smiled at me
and i felt seen again
just for a moent
just long enough
long enough to feel renewed
renewed faith in people
in people that cared
but then it fades
i see another news article
another story told to me
another ad
more stress
a bill payment missed
a deadline approahing
the lines dead
so many words for a feeling :notes
so many feelings to have felt
why are so many dark
why does the story have to be sad
when is the epic
will my life expectancy surpass my lifes work?
will the work be seen
questions
all the questions
brooding
ever consuming
passionfades
heroes wane
gone insane
but the memories still remain
how many sips does it take til u get to sinner or th
oh
woah
such missheard lyrics
that so many woirds are thrown around so regularly
but none heard
is it a trauma response
that makes one listen so intently
to every phrase
any hidden meaning
by way of fear
overanalysis
whens the next fist?
ironically im told this is to date a 2 minute read, but its a 5 minute keystrokes, of a 3 second void object
twirling
gravitationally
to the abyss
- edit - just read whats penned so far
reminds me i still havent done ( posted) my (written, but oved to a drive that may be destroyed already)
these 3 wordspost
in writing of the 3 words post im reminded of the poetry? i wrote when the neighbour hired a possum killer to repair the roof
i died a little today
a little sad inside
to hear the sound of silenced
by those whom's sin's to slay
wonder anyone out ther e needs a lyricist?