April
5 ,
2009 |
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Poetry
How to Quit
I woke up today and
found my life was shit.
Everything.
I need to put it to a stop,
but I don’t know how to quit.
If I would just fade away, be
the nothing that I feel;
if I could mute your voice….
I know all this despair is just
all the rage distilled.
If you would go away and
leave me to my own devices,
I can judge the right and worthy
and decide my own sacrifices.
But you can’t go without my bed,
and you have to be here every second
rattling in my head-
I talked to God and He
doesn’t like it at all.
We put you on the list.
You’re next.
Say hello to the mud for me;
you look so good in decay.
By the time the worms are home,
I will have already faded away.
the_novacula
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