The silence screaming my name
I feel the steel against my tongue
Maybe this will find some fame
A squeeze away from taking the plunge
But too weak to pull the trigger
I fall back; a tired and broken sinner
Too many days fly by in fear
Of seeing to much and feeling to real
The words they speak I can not hear
Their oh so tired and rhetorical spiel
Adrift amongst my tortured thoughts
Wishing that they were blood clots
One day I too will fade
Like a flower exposed to light
Shriveling up in the sunlit glade
A victim of being bright
Dead before your watching eyes
Just another depressed fat guy
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
