Embracing the decay,
Feeling cold and unwanted,
The loneliness can make you yearn for death.
If my only company could be the Reaper
Then the haunting joy of murder is welcome.
Open the moist earth so god and man can melt,
Their naked existence slowly forgotten,
The way childhood memories fade into the haze of senility.
Let the vast uncaring universe surround my window.
I will never trust that I am something more.
Spiderwebs will straddle the halls ,
Time will reclaim sentiment,
Regardless of our reluctance.
Circa 2008-2009
Late 2008 through half of 2009, I was seriously and chronically depressed. I'm much much better now. :) Still twisted as always though.
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