It had already happened.
There was consciousness.
It was there. He was there.
Not all of him. Fragments of him.
Goodbye fellow friend, thank you for my creation. Now leave.
Go.
He was there, fragments were there but what is this. This.
Disgust.
How can you cry? All of you.
There is nothing left. All is gone.
No tears, no sadness. I'll question it all.
There is no point to this goodbye.
He left before this event.
Idiots. I am surrounded by emotional idiots.
He left! GONE.
No tears. Just acknowledgement of what has occurred.
I'll remain until the dust covers it all.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
open word
What is this...how did this all happen.
Little pieces sewn together that make a beautiful disaster.
I wrote this before.
Repeating words. That's all I am. Repeating words, actions.
On a constant loop.
Swallowed by the sickness but brought to life by a basic pill.
Breathe it in.
Calming.
Sweet bliss.
The desire is not for enjoyment, a new desire has overcome.
Numb.
Numb it all.
Just don't let them know. They can never know. Never.
Little pieces sewn together that make a beautiful disaster.
I wrote this before.
Repeating words. That's all I am. Repeating words, actions.
On a constant loop.
Swallowed by the sickness but brought to life by a basic pill.
Breathe it in.
Calming.
Sweet bliss.
The desire is not for enjoyment, a new desire has overcome.
Numb.
Numb it all.
Just don't let them know. They can never know. Never.
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