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How Much
I aint no wanted man,
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
Published 26th Mar 2024
Author's Note
A 3 minute write & ramblins in me head... drawin from over 10 years ago,
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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26th Mar 2024 1:06am
is that a mirror in the background? is that why the clock is backward?
in any case death is the returning of energies to the place of it's origins... be it painful or no... great write I think pain and death are perspective ❤️
in any case death is the returning of energies to the place of it's origins... be it painful or no... great write I think pain and death are perspective ❤️
Greetings mine friend, como esta... yes, that is a mirror, good eye... I believe the body returns back to dust to the earth... photons capture images & thoughts of us as photos racin across the univers... the spirit goes into the next to wait for judgment... I been there once, not heaven, but a extremely scary arid place, full of cryin, thirst, an no rest... it is scary beyond belief... do not go there my friend... but no, it was not hell, nor in the realm of outer darkness where the cruel ones are...
3rd Apr 2024 00:19am
hey there dearest Wolf I've been there before I won't go down fighting because I won't go down you know?
26th Mar 2024 9:20am
1st Apr 2024 7:51am
Hey, how goes it mine friend... thanks, that drawin has been my pic for many years now...
31st Mar 2024 11:44pm
1st Apr 2024 7:49am
Hello LJ, Thank you, I notice that for me, sometimes ramblin is easier, as it just writes itself... When am writin regularly, I tend to edit as I go along, which often changes what I was originally goin to write, then I am lost in what my original idea an words were...
