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Hope is gone 2020-04-21 - 3:12 a.m. Pain. A gaping suppurated wound that, by fits and bouts, can be ignored. While the blood soaks the clothing and floor. Dripping, heard and unseen, in the basement minds of love. I failed at goddamned near everything I almost accomplished. And for years I saw the ship grinding against fate, feeling the burning cold water begin to seep in. So completely lost in trying while the horizon grew higher. And black teeth of a blood-red ocean scrapped and sang their welcome. My head finally dips below the maelstrom and the lights shine into below. My silent hell stares at me, enraged, hungry. Sinking. I wish I was a selfish asshole so I could kill myself and end this completely fucked thing. GuestbookWritten and photographic content, 2001-2070, Gemini Inc., All rights reserved. Disclaimer. |