in case i go out... cause i just really know i should be... and i was supposed to be... and i just think i am...
and since i have shared a few so far among my like hords of crazy-person confessional posts... i'm gonna share one more poem. it's about disconnection.
attritionwhere's that fucking disconnect button?
sell myself - down the river - short
i've been breaking plans left and right
cut my eyeballs out of my head for sport
if my problems want to come back and get me
cross that bridge when i come to it
scratch away a life time of forgetting
everything that doesn't fit
and about the time that my knees start to get sore
my truest skill set starts to suck more
where's the button to shut all this off?
when the muscles get soft...
is when the veins start to harden
i should condemn myself
i've just been sipping post-partem
if you never even got anywhere to begin with
there's no distance to lose, there is no invested interest
and at best i'm the muse, but i'll suck your dick like i'm gifted
when everything begins to curdle...
i've withdrawn like a turtle -
i'll hardly notice
when everything is so fucking corrosive
who knows what hurts most
i'd rather just ignore it and...
disconnect from the shore
right down to the ocean floor
and never be seen anymore
swimming isn't a leisurely activity everything is a chore
and doing nothing's a bore
but wink, wink
and with that... i am done posting for the round. time to just go and see what happens. i'm so weird...
i'm so out
*the clock reaches zero*