And This is How I'll End

So the question remains
Like a tuneless melody
Two bars of a dull refrain
Echo over the brazen
Toy soldier that is my life.

I can't feel pain
No, no.
I can't feel love
I only know
Godless,
Soulless,
Heartless,
Indecision.

God why does this happen to me?
Freedom.
My claim becomes my claimant,
Binding me with
Shackles of virtue.

"Do these things"
So I take my medicine,
Down goes the dose
To join the rest of my stomach in
Unsettled anticipation.

I keep waiting for life to happen
And it keeps passing me by
I know I'll only live once
But I'm too scared to die

And I can't rewind the movie
This reel goes only one way
What a horrible box to be shoved into
My cell of cardboard feelings.

So yeah,

Happy birthday anyway.

Steadfast
I'm quicker
Than when I run.

When I have
Height advantage
I blot out the sun.

And when I
Instigate the dialogue
There is no stopping the discussion.

Smells Like Coke

She lies,

Crushed, but not fragile
A vessel for
Sweet life
Like a knife through my stomach
And a needle to my mind
She tears my eyelids open

To devour

My thoughts.

Sure she shows
My wake, in throes
Of what I chose
Don't

Even think about it.

I'm not paranoid
Just trying to
Fill the void
Stave the crave
And stop my inner infant
From squirming
While I tighten the noose.

Morbid, right?
Relax.

I've got my fix.
It's only three licks
To the center of this tootsie-pop.
And no, I won't stop.

Your intervention clashes
With my dissension.
So bugger off will you?

It's two-fifty for a two-liter
And a heck of a lot cheaper than blow.

A true friend is someone around whom you can be yourself, primarily because they can't think any less of you than they already do.

Maybe it's not who we are or what we do that defines us. Maybe it's just that we are.