Obsolescence
Dearly beloved those gone but not forgotten masqueraded in blood and gore wrists slit themselves in protest they were being optimistic. In a peculiar protest took one for the team, fully dressed in a full bathtub desensitized by dying words "eat sh$% and die" written on the the mirrors tired of feeling like counterfeit bills in a trasngendered strippers G string. The motions in a blender pulverized emotion, wonder if heaven is as lonely as the say? am I really in gods will? I the Epitome of modern disappointment and self-hatred? Can be forgiven; the moodswings lasted forever. My pulse descends and slips Half way like my half-empty bedpan.
I expect the unhappiest of
endings ;do you want to feel my scars? Can I show you on the puppet were life hurt me? I can't feel my legs, I can't feel any pain, can't hold my piss. the lord giveth and the lord taketh away you can't escape consequences, I have tried. I have never felt so sorry. The motion passed away I learned to love myself indefinitely i am liberated . Happily everafter
I wanted to be free
I wanted to be good in bed
I wanted to win
I wanted to kiss you,or to at least hold you>
I wanted you to want me
I wanted an answer
I wanted to go home
Copyright © Jace Evans | Year Posted 2020
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