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 © | Year Posted 2016

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August 20, 2016 at 5:09 AM
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