Friday, December 16, 2011

Tonight in your room clouds spell your doom.

The world is a fucked up place
Go hide in your sheets, or someone
Else's sheets. You don't own any sheets.
Go cry or something. Go try and be positive.
After 6 beers and a couple pizzas. Go throw
Up because you cant stand the idea of
Your stomach being full.
Kids in Africa starve.
You don't care.
You just don't like
The idea of getting fat.
Apathy, for everyone else.
Laugh. Try not to care.
You don't care. You repeat over and over
In a quiet monotone while watching discovery
You are bored.
Spike tv.
You are bored.
You are bored.
Read a book.
You are bored
Go to sleep.
You cant sleep.
Seems like you're fucked.
You don't know what to do.
Just feel like something should be done.
You say out loud.
You imagine words
Forming clouds.
Above, over
Your head
Your bed
Kinda gray
Its raining.
Pretend rain.
You are wet.
Soaking wet.
Soggy socks,
Draining shoes
With nothing to lose.
You are fucked.

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