Chewing On Glass…

Tag: loathing

  • Weatherman…

    The weatherman calls for rain, but then again it always rains here. The rain is cold and it is harsh against my clothes and against my skin. The rain comes down and it pours, and when it doesn’t pour it turns into mist that surrounds me to always let me…

  • Beyond The Time…

    In every past life, at every attempt I have failed. Every new life is nothing more than another mistake. A continued struggle that lives through me dwelling for centuries, maybe even eons. I don’t know anymore. In every reincarnation I have learned nothing new. The idea of it all seems…

  • A Running Theme… Stampeded Soul…

    On My Mind Well the revolution it happened so fastIt is as though it didn’t happen at allLeft behind to try and figure out the fragmentsShattered reality, pieces that society left behindWhere do we go from hereShould give up and never start againMy thoughts bleed together to the pointIt is…

  • Always Going To Wonder

    “Do you ever think about reincarnation?” “In what sense?” “Maybe we are the reincarnation of our ancestors. So, really we are only living our lives over and over like a messed-up version of purgatory.” “That would mean there is only a set number of people in existence I’m not even…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Descending I forge a pathI forge ahead of the restIn the endLeft in the backI dance before I awakeCovered up for goodYet it is all the sameVisualize in my mindThere’s not much left to hideMy soul bleeds openAs if cut or tornMy mind like one big woundI was lost and…

  • Letter To Myself…

    When you look back over a life time you realize just how much time you’ve wasted. You see how minutes are not hours, hours not as days or weeks are lifetimes. You see however that years become seconds and decades minutes. Time slips right by without even a second look.…

  • Something Different…

    Long Legitimate Regret There is a war within myselfOne that can not be won with blood and gutsThis can’t be the endBut I fear that it mustEach day is a plague within itselfA lost cause of hopeful redemptionOne that could only do better with mass amputationA removal of myselfA separation…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Not the Answer Sex is an ugly thingDo what you have to doThen it’s all overI write because I have toThen it’s all overI’d stay and talkBut I have to writeThis all overA process with meaningStill no answersAtheism is a questionIs there a God?Or am I only aloneSold a million…

  • Retouching On Bad Memories

    People get way too hyped up over these fucking holidays. They are made up, by us no less, they do not matter, so take the dildo stuck up your ass and pull it down a notch. Working in a grocery store is insanity on high. There is a holiday every…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Often I often wonder what it feels to dieDoes it feel like I do nowAll alone with no one to talk tooI do this to myselfYet I don’t know the answers to my own questionsI often wonder how soonWill all this prove to be meaninglessThey say you pave your own…