If there were no God
If there was no mother
If there were no family or friends
I'd turn off the switch
And hear the noise no more.
Wake up and smell the dreams, the coffee's cold now...
If there were no God
If there was no mother
If there were no family or friends
I'd turn off the switch
And hear the noise no more.
Long ago in another life uniqueness waxed deep within
Left with nothing but shallow turns and constant whims
Let's pretend at the party where plastic holes melt away
Let's dissolve the distance we've come or no longer stay
Feeling the curve of her ass in my hand I could not discern whether the smooth soft textures in my palm were bare skin or silky lingerie. And I could not comprehend her vocal mumbling. She seemed agitated I did not understand. I did not know if I was being seduced or being sought after for snuggling. I did not know. And not knowing seemed to induce hostility in her.
The reality was that we had spent over two decades together but I did not know her. However, I did know rejection all too well. And now she is upset at me? Am I rejecting her now and not aware of it? I'm holding her. Does she want more? Is that why she is angry? Why even try after two decades of rejection?
Fear is dominant and manhood lays dormant.
Then I woke up to our daughters birthday. Except she passed away last year.
The days are nights. The nights are days. The nights are filled with bad dreams or worse. The days are filled with the leftovers.
Bad dreams
Her passing
His passing
Her passing
His passing
Her slow passing
His passing avoided
Blood bread
Dire delusion
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Neuropathy burnings
Arthritic endeavors
Incontinence continues
Apathetic endeavors
Phantom pain
Real pain
Depression
StarToDay
Elevated futility
Time crushed
Eternal being
Nightmares