Where does it start now? Where does it begin? The writing has been on the wall awhile now, Just like my sin. But my procrastination, Has left me caved in. My life is certainly a mess now, Like a dirty diaper bin. I don't know how long I can last, Being this tired and unable to get past. All the things life requires of me to grow, Even though my fears and uncertainties show. Let the light shine in.
start.
Author: Seth Milliman
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Date: 01/04/2020
№ 1202584
Awake with a start
Pain junkie hooked on a different variety of smack Cutting to both see and feel the red Lost in the night sky Pale skin conceals the glowing rage Burning and itching just under the surface Desperate to escape the confinement of life Too emo for society, not sullen enough for Hot Topic Isolation creeps in like the drunk uncle at 3 a. m. Fiddling with turmoil as if it were pretty pink panties It is in this hate filled space that his face takes shape Bloated and sweating Heaving Intoxicated The inconsistencies of this monster forcing Sunday church Has become the reason for the late night ritual Silently pulling the large knife from the wooden holder Stealthily sliding into the room Transfixed by the slow rise and fall of a sleeping chest Would this be the night the plunge was taken Cold sweat and goose bumps greet her The empty apartment looks sinister in the early dawn haze Shaking her head both to clear cobwebs And to reaffirm to herself He died long ago On that cold grey night in November
Looking through The gap between houses Was my classic start It was until I was enchanted of A box with moving images It showed pretty faces and scenery My classic start ended I was so young My mother was always busy And made sunday, the day of happiness For me When she was home Everything seemed so real, yet so imaginative You could not believe It was until the blackout That my classic start Began to show up, again.
