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by Ben Feb 14, 2018
Sadness, depression /
There is something calming
about looking down the barrel:
The pain and angst seem to fall away
as they dull under the realisation that
I’m not for this world – or it’s not for me;
I never thought I’d say that…..
These bitter sweet tendencies
that claw my consciousness from
the shadows dance in front of my eyes
claiming my soul for theirs.
The question would be does it matter at all?
once ash who would remember a smile or laugh
or an offer of friendship?
The barrel is cold on my lips, rum
warm on my throat and I’ll run circles
with the devil within just for fun
because the end is inevitable….
So why wait?
Misunderstood keep writing.