Shotgun loaded for two placed within the mouth,
falling heavily to the ground; notice the light reflecting off my frozen eyes, swearing you saw me wink just before the concrete extends its arms,
catching the soulless organism overflowing with disdain,
the being is not Josh, for Josh checked out the moment you checked back in,
each sip replacing, refilling the vacant flesh,
subconsciously an apathetic suicidal misanthropic genius with a minor in misogynisim,
every time I release I relapse as my subconscious desires to end my existence, exposing thy brain is a task deregulated to the demoted,
peeling back the parietal lobes introduces cerebral matter drenched by the indescribable,
death quickly envelopes the curious onlooker,
as with the Ark of the Covenant; he who glances upon it shall fall dead where he stands,
insanity? Why can’t it just be vanity?
A infinite chess game, every action based on reason,
a night remembered only by those who depict the events back to me,
why add additional memories those I lock away so intently?
Already having taken a literal walk down memory lane,
I never noticed the demons peeking out from behind the tress,
waiting in anticipating for the signal from their leader to commence ambushing,
my lungs, liver and kidneys are black as her heart,
and what of my heart?
White stained razor blades have carved an x over where it should lay,
by me, josh b
blllaaahhhhhhh
this took me forever to compose
i just don't have that fire anymore
it's been a phenomenal past few weeks
i think I am more curious than anything
perhaps i just don't care
i really don't
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