KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
Pain beckons me forth to create more
Hatred flushes its own kind of warmth
In a sea, I can drown viciously
Paying undue tolls for past visits.
In lieu of any reason, I can hate
Both myself and this world
Misanthropy can make sense of delusion.
I exist as a torment untoward.
I have the tools but lack the will.
In it’s place I will sit and complain.
I will waste into the earth, just like I will with today.
Every night I dream of sleep, to wake until dawn.
I wake just to look forward to sleep.
Hatred flushes its own kind of warmth
In a sea, I can drown viciously
Paying undue tolls for past visits.
In lieu of any reason, I can hate
Both myself and this world
Misanthropy can make sense of delusion.
I exist as a torment untoward.
I have the tools but lack the will.
In it’s place I will sit and complain.
I will waste into the earth, just like I will with today.
Every night I dream of sleep, to wake until dawn.
I wake just to look forward to sleep.
