Instances of sweet obliteration
My mind finally stops reeling like a radio station
I choke on all the stuff I shouldn’t mention
But let it all go with the tension
I have so many unanswered questions
Who am I?
What are we?
Are we connected?
I place my heart in your space and expect you to face the consequences
Why am I this way?
I’m sorry
You shouldn’t have met me
See, I have no ambition
I just flow with what I went with
Don’t ever think of whom I affected
I’m a walking hurricane
With no resentment
Kill my words
Love my soul
Never stop to count my blessings
I’m an unthankful swine
Can’t help that my eyes are blind to growth from hard work
I’d rather already feel the worth
No patience, and it hurts
But that’s my own knife in my back
Waiting to see who will pull it out first
Will you do the honors?
No, that’s not what you deserve
I’m a natural disaster
Sometimes I feel cursed
My mind doesn’t work how others work
I don’t care about money or if deaths around the corner
I care about being funny and giving others less order
To me people’s smiles are worth more than your quarters
I could be dying on the streets and still be cracking jokes to hear your laugh
- fast forward -
I can’t afford rent
All our money is spent
A good heart left me with a mess
You left me
Got a new address
Because no matter how much I want to get paid for my dreams
I confess
I’ll never make anything
Any lover I have
Will leave me for a check
Leave me on the streets
The way i’d imagine i’d be
Lonely with pens and peace
But no one to feel complete
I’ll drink myself way too deep
Convince myself no one needs me
Write what’s left
Then let myself bleed
My blood will drip to the drain
With the rest of the worlds waste
Life of sweet obliteration
Down the drain
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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