Why the doubt
The hate
The mistrust
The smoking gun and rage…
Sleep has again escaped me and I am left alone with myself, my thoughts…
A terrible thing for such a dullard…
I cannot at all enjoy my own company and expect nothing less of you…
Where did the blue skies go?
When did dark become the new day?
Leave me now to this…this act of selfishness…
This nibbling on the barrel,
This loose noose
This placebo
There is no escape from here…
No beginning
and just a few exhales away from the end…
There are only so many exhales…someone is counting…
If you want the end…
Exhale…
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