dead like me

Void · 03-19-2013, 09:47 PM

Yeah, this melon is Godly. That intellectual stimuli I felt was enthralling. Mapping out existence. Placing myself next to Hawking. I couldn't tell it was prob'ly not the healthiest hobby 'til I was rejecting life with every cell in my body. I've gotten so smart I appear to be dumb. I mean seriously, who wants to see life as a stream of zeroes and ones? Words become meaningless. Meaning becomes even less. Everything I see is a dream that I'm sleeping in. Used to be so naive. So much different than this. Oh how I miss that ignorant bliss. I've become faceless. I'm nothing. Too far removed to even relate to the public. Can't even say where I'm coming... from. Holding a razor up under guns I've placed on my fucking tongue. It's crazy. I've come undone. Just waiting for what's become of every fate since the sun begun. Sociopath holding Romeo's flask. Making the buzzards lunch. On the cusp of 30. So much worry. So much hurting. Seems a lot easier to just cut out early. Pack it up, I'm giving in. Get off the pot and let the living live. Zombie existence. Posthumous living. Anonymous. Just wandering. Bothered by senses. Structures collapsing. Never relaxing. Severed the past when dad took his medicine nap and elected a casket. Gray gloss the rainbows. I'm Morgan Freeman without Andy, or Zihuatanejo. Inner child frightened. Wouldn't come near us. Can't look in the mirror. Hell; I can taste it. Aimless. No humor in my self deprecation.

03-19-2013, 09:47 PM	#1
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	dead like me Yeah, this melon is Godly. That intellectual stimuli I felt was enthralling. Mapping out existence. Placing myself next to Hawking. I couldn't tell it was prob'ly not the healthiest hobby 'til I was rejecting life with every cell in my body. I've gotten so smart I appear to be dumb. I mean seriously, who wants to see life as a stream of zeroes and ones? Words become meaningless. Meaning becomes even less. Everything I see is a dream that I'm sleeping in. Used to be so naive. So much different than this. Oh how I miss that ignorant bliss. I've become faceless. I'm nothing. Too far removed to even relate to the public. Can't even say where I'm coming... from. Holding a razor up under guns I've placed on my fucking tongue. It's crazy. I've come undone. Just waiting for what's become of every fate since the sun begun. Sociopath holding Romeo's flask. Making the buzzards lunch. On the cusp of 30. So much worry. So much hurting. Seems a lot easier to just cut out early. Pack it up, I'm giving in. Get off the pot and let the living live. Zombie existence. Posthumous living. Anonymous. Just wandering. Bothered by senses. Structures collapsing. Never relaxing. Severed the past when dad took his medicine nap and elected a casket. Gray gloss the rainbows. I'm Morgan Freeman without Andy, or Zihuatanejo. Inner child frightened. Wouldn't come near us. Can't look in the mirror. Hell; I can taste it. Aimless. No humor in my self deprecation.