A Death Note
Alexythimic, strand and wasted.
Insomniac and therefore ill.
Despair has knocked the door,
got in.
Posting those pictures,
killing time
has never helped
to adjust living.
They're unaware of
a thanksgiving
you wish you had and fail to run.
You end up with the bathroom pun.
You end up with the tune you choose
as soundtrack to your experience,
an out of body.
Perseverance
has never won.
C'mon.
At least you get to know
the reasons.
At last you know.
As sure as a gun.
19.08. 2016
Copyright © Machineiq Machineiq | Year Posted 2016
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