Future For Digital

Need to get rid of music in my life
I sit in my room neurtoically addicted to melodies
My mouth dribbles sugary lyrics in all moments of absence
Mind is left vacuous by such a mix of sound
How cool would it be to mentally deranged?

Neat for my poems to be stream of conscious garbage
Let’s talk about how damaged I am
My sense of self is contained in schizophrenic rants of self pity
Sense of self hanging by threads
Disconnect from self to personality
Where do I start and my words take over
880 Snare Kick

Tired of all this self pity
Can’t we all just die with some dignity
I’ve Seen Footage of it
I want that
Hate being living like a sewer rat
My existence is a number and a burden

How about I mention some historic authors?
James Joyce was far less intelligible than I should like
Look at all my translated works of clinically insane thinkers
The Sickness Unto Death seems like a cry for help
It’s spine still unbroken by tiresome impatient hands

Please god cut me down
Let me die
Cute to pretend how damaged I am
I blame my interchangable personality
On various broad mental issues