I've just signed my life away, into the abyss to be ruined from the affray, like it never really had a bearing to keep things stable to stay.
I guess its not what life is about, especially when its easy to just both to walk out, time is not part of the equation and no this not me making a pout.
A duck on top of water is all serene, its legs are kicking and screaming so it looks all preen, the casual okays and the calm smooth screen, hides the struggle from the lush green.
Its always a wonder how you this ship stays afloat, when I see holes as big as this boat, taking in water like the paint covering coat, or are we just on an imaginary moat.
My patience is running quite thin, especially when you rubbing it like its a carnal sin, making it all hard for everyone then just shoving it in the bin, because you all thinking you are in for that win.
In seriousness though I am about to just give up, even the constant looking by me is all spilled and about to get a mop, does it ever get easy when you trip and fall flop.
The turmoil inside me is starting to consume, manifesting its ugly head like a bad fume, being inhaled by everyone around me I try to stop it but it's just all doom.
Bleak and ever deep, even the tight grip I know I can never keep, the path to sanity is all so steep, that incessant alarm ringing beep beep beep, fuck it all just burn all this in a heap.
Thanks everyone for reading my poems. I am trying to stop myself from writing these dark, gloomy and moody poems. I really am trying. It's just... shrugs
Thanks for your time
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