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Life Sucks
Life Sucks.
"Not in its entirety but it sucks,
The choices that I have made in this reality have stained me on a mental realm so deep that I'm another casualty of the self destructive world that I have made.
And it's a damn shame,
That I have become the biggest plague unto myself a disaster a walking talking and breathing harbringer of destruction fueld by the endless regrets of decisions made in a rush.
Because I did it to myself,
And I know it so I can't be mad but these emotions inside lash out at me with claws laced with my distinct apathetic poison. And then cater to the sullied wounds of this paradoxical liar.
So who am I to blame,
When I know that this drunken stupor that I have dabbled in was initiated by the mead of self hate cured by the hands of my own. Spare me no sympathy because life sucks.
And it sucks because of me.
So I have to live with it.
I must sit upon my throne as the Half-ass King
I shall don my mantle and rule over my kingdom
I shall embody the land as if it was my body
And soak the roots in this
Sorrowful realization that life sucks
Not in its entirety but due to my interaction with it.
And it's a fault of chance
Because I am just an envoy of myself
So who am I to blame?
For this accursed flame
That lights my soul aflame
But was kindled and nurtured
By my own destructive impulse?"
"Not in its entirety but it sucks,
The choices that I have made in this reality have stained me on a mental realm so deep that I'm another casualty of the self destructive world that I have made.
And it's a damn shame,
That I have become the biggest plague unto myself a disaster a walking talking and breathing harbringer of destruction fueld by the endless regrets of decisions made in a rush.
Because I did it to myself,
And I know it so I can't be mad but these emotions inside lash out at me with claws laced with my distinct apathetic poison. And then cater to the sullied wounds of this paradoxical liar.
So who am I to blame,
When I know that this drunken stupor that I have dabbled in was initiated by the mead of self hate cured by the hands of my own. Spare me no sympathy because life sucks.
And it sucks because of me.
So I have to live with it.
I must sit upon my throne as the Half-ass King
I shall don my mantle and rule over my kingdom
I shall embody the land as if it was my body
And soak the roots in this
Sorrowful realization that life sucks
Not in its entirety but due to my interaction with it.
And it's a fault of chance
Because I am just an envoy of myself
So who am I to blame?
For this accursed flame
That lights my soul aflame
But was kindled and nurtured
By my own destructive impulse?"
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