Howard UnruhA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyMy prose is apropos of being dead inside, a ghost in the flesh connected to souls If there were ninety seconds left for all life on earth, I’d fill my throat with blood and my neighbors with bullet holes Achilles’ Heel is a heart so black it devours light, I drank from the River Styx so I could compose deathly flows Substance sobriety, I’m crawling on broken glass, faded in alleyways on better days All impropriety, failing outward and I don’t even have any class, supervised and never seen anyways Can’t take for granted a second of my second chance, I don’t stand out and it feels like no one understands What are you worth if your only real skill doesn’t pay, they say there’s staying power, I think it’s pretty clear the dynamic is the power is where the power stays I’d be a dead man walking on my walk of death, if there were only twelve minutes left I’d take twenty-six innocents’ innocence in a sense I’ve hopped the fence and haven’t been back since They can never see that I was raised in captivity, a domesticated animal that was never meant to be Tell me about myself, you mistake misery for humanity, recognition for empathy, rehearsed imitation for someone sharing experiences in your reality Medicated and if they put a bottle of beer in arm's reach, I’ll proceed to drink everything I can get my hands on, until I black out, back out, throw up and act out, wake up with all my scatterbrains gone, dancing for dawn, to read my thoughts off the pavement, hopscotching where I'm chalked up, bet I look better drawn Negative interest in sexuality and procreation, contractual obligations to relations, I’d rather impose dystopian culling to slow global warming for current and future generations Cease all birth, send all at seventy-five off, the longer there are less all at once alive, the longer there is a place for all to survive Seditious, kill every politician from the bottom to the top, butcher their families, domestic terrorists acting in sleeper cells, infiltrate the active military, become a cop, if I was president I would commit a murder/suicide on my cabinet in the Oval Office and leave only a note that says “Death to America!” to create chaos and anarchy, when does all the order stop Hallucinations plague my imagination, my skin feels like a film that keeps me from the world around me lately, I want to leave the world with more than I’ve taken from it, but I’ll be lucky to leave with my life, let alone knowing I mattered, that they didn’t hate me, that being a loser isn’t the only thing those who remember my name relate to me. © 2020 Evilhappy |
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Added on October 27, 2020 Last Updated on October 31, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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