Moths on the window ledge
Moths on the screen
Sometimes I wonder how they got in but not that they’re there they come to me.
Usually they die.
Visited by the darkness I wonder why but I guess no one will ever know
Like it’s crawling on the shell of my ear
Tap tap tap
Precisely
And I don’t know where I go in the world it glows out of control
But these things that happen around me happen and I think
Should have would have could have doesn’t mean anything.
Because in each moment there could be action
But instead we’re gone and fractioned
Into quarters who knows why
Every time my mind tells me it wishes it wasn’t playing
I don’t know really.
I mean I’m not enjoying my life but in life maybe life is suffering and then you die
All I’m saying is cutting that short may be a blessing in disguise
Mine anyways
Don’t go on murderous rampages some of these people want to live but shouldn’t all suicide be compassionate?
Or something
Maybe nothing
Maybe I’m nothing and it doesn’t matter anyways at least if I go out I go out on my own terms go ahead sun and burn the idea of cancer
Because he’s Apollo get it
No just make me go away I’d rather not suffer more.
If my life could be better in any way
I’d need a friend
One to listen one to listen to one to play with
Do anything
But I know
I know I’d have to put up a barrier to myself as always
A prick on the end of my right pointer finger
It lingers
Sharp
No one ever hears the harp
Or the sword or the reaper swinging through it
They can’t count the candles burning or the wands holding them up there’s nothing there
Just a scratch at my right bicep
Why?
My face hurts like I’ve just scratched it that burn from scratching an itch slightly raw
From twenty minutes ago
Will touching it make it better or worse?
Finger cold pain in cheek bone
If I could be free of this incessant and distracting pain maybe I could hear you
But I can’t explain that to every person
Can’t illustrate it back
That the biggest reason that never leaves
Always gets the last laugh.
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