Death's no fear of mine,
I've stared for so long down a barrel,
Of my making,
So long.
The concept is lost on me,
Why fear the unknown?
The unknown is curiosity,
It's obsessive,
It calls us,
Besides,
I know what awaits me here,
In this life,
I know the pain,
The aches,
All too well.
It all brought me here,
Looking down the barrel,
Why not follow through?
What's it matter?
I'm no one.
No one cares.
~K
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
