Tired wasted and jam packed full of recklessness,
Sick of day and sick of the night,
Dreading the dreams that used to make life admissible,
Life is not hilarity nor humor,
But the bitter cold slopes that devour us little by little,
I am not here to bring you feelings of rejoice,
Not here for you at all,
Not here for anyone at all,
Here to live then to die,
For no reason no logic,
No proof no matter,
Only self-indulgence.
-rawkout93
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rawkout93
Day by day,
Second to the next,
Hopeless pits,
Heartfelt dreams,
It’s the disappointing atmosphere that kills,
The ever wandering dreams that never truly,
Never willingly,
Unfortunately,
Nevermore,
Nevermore! to my best of hopes,
Ambition of the failure-flop-flunkee-has been,
The goal of the unwilling,
The result of the unbecoming, unbefitting, undeserving.
-rawkout93










