Stuffed,
overdosed,
laying on the ground,
eyes rolling back,
my body covered in sweet glaze of disdain,
and I've lost the focus of my gaze.
I've drowned myself in my own contempt of others,
and I've been blissful for it.
But the misery and droning is so longstanding
It makes me almost jaded to speak it.
Forget it,
forget my wistful whimpering,
the lost throes of drunken discord
and wasted afternoons.
Fear is a powerful drug,
and it's looped me in it's drudgery.
I've willed it to be, simply by my apathy.
I've felt like a lost soul, but never before have
I visualized myself slipping down this slippery slope.
-Sigma (November 21, 2009)
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