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[1.23.05]
the dull, sharp light
electric, bright
pounding in my head
- what, instead?
what if it was?
i'm only fooling myself.
nothing lasts, much less
blossoms into beauty.
the thick-aired night,
electric, bright
even i'm not worth it
when in it comes down
to canaan, to the promised
the barrenness of solitude
- was misconstrued?
did i lie to myself?
play with my thoughts
until they're something else
please, turn out the light
when i'm done, you're gone
Today is one of those days when you want to either die in your sleep or have your life ruined so that nothing will ever come of it - you can laugh away, into obscurity.
I'm tired.