Better Off Dead?

...And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry...

Of failure
And the blame game
Of insomnia
And sad mid mornings
Of weekend blues
And loneliness
Of lost opportunities
And wasted time
Of lost love
And moments of weakness
Of all the hurt
And the betrayals
Of frozen tears
Craving for warmth
Of existential angst
And the like.

...And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by...

Dear Mr God Sir, your little game that is my life isn't funny any more. How fucking long do you intend to keep me stuck in this rut? I can't say I can't take it any longer, given how insentient you've deliberately made me, but I really don't want to anymore. Do something about it now, will you? It's about time too.

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

- posted by Newton's Apple @ 1:15 AM
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