I can't stop itching.
The irony of it is that despite my desperate struggle to maintain normalcy amidst my frantic and constant desire to scrape the epidermis away and let the mite-chewed flesh beneath breathe, nobody is aware of my plight.
I might be more concerned, but I'm in a madhouse. This sort of thing is to be expected. But I'm not saying anything. The meds they've got me on now, I get cottonmouth if I talk too much and I get the shakes if I get too excited. The migraines... or whatever, those are gone. But now I've got this itch.
And when they get really bad, like, when it feels like I'm breathing iron filaments and there are razor
"You will not see me coming."
"But I already did," I replied, staring. He stared back, unimpressed. "You had to come and now is as good a time as any," I continued, but trailed off as he stepped forward. The wings on his back flared open and the soft, delicate chiming of the errata dangling whispered a nonsensical tune. The glass and silver and ivory ornamentation that hung from his wings caught some impossible light, reflecting back into the back of my mind, bringing forth memories of bicycles and lemonade and tire swings.
"You think you know who I am, but I'm not," he replied, the voice of a dusty piano, a long dusk, rain and fog, wet con
The Last Eulogy of Jack in Red by siontiger, literature
Literature
The Last Eulogy of Jack in Red
"He was the spawn of a harlot and a bastard in the grave he is..." I muttered, and examined my next victim. The Queen in Black.
"He was a spectre of a man and he may he never find peace in death..." I haphazardly flew the card from the deck in my gloved hand, watching it cut some spiral of a dance through the fog and strike the headstone, flight halted. Falling, it joined the corpse mound of kings and queens and numbers weighing heavily upon the sodden ground.
"He was a slave to death's name and even now he will serve Azrael..."
"Unloved and cherished only by the dead, let them embrace him as their own..."
"His hatred unspoken, his vengea
Running running
I'm done I'm done
running running
ST0P
what happened
to being on top
I'm buried under
six feet
I thought it would never
die, the rock
but look we've admitted
defeat
run run run
done done done
going for
your gun
ST0P
it looks like integrity
is another word for "flop"
it looks like cash is number one
and all everybody cares about
is having fun
but not me
I'll hit the street
beat concrete with
the rhythm of my feet
I'll empty my lungs
with the impossible
being done
I'll be too fast for your
eyes
effortless effort will be my
disguise
I'm not moving, you'll see
the honest illusion will
become me
With one last deep breath, I will jump right in.
Mother, look how brave your son is now
it's getting hard to remember who I am
and I'm glad.
I've finally changed.
Mother, you never did show me how
so I've done it on my own.
I'm walking into the unknown.
I'm becoming part of the city.
It welcomes me.
I've finally changed
all of my past.
I can only dismiss it as passed.
A deadly sort of transcendence.
A declaration of independence.
I haven't gone back since.
I've give my self up to this.
Can you accept it?
Will you forgive me?
Or is my crime unfit
for forgiveness?
At least give me this, Mother:
You still love me, my heart,
Quit taunting me.
Quit waving your possibility.
I'm headed the opposite direction.
I'm giving up on you.
You goddamn distraction.
I'm giving up, like I always do.
I see beneath your surface.
I see beyond your pretty face.
Behind your smile is empty space.
You're about as real
as you feel.
I'm dismissing you,
I don't care if,
a week from now,
I'm missing you.
I'm giving up, it's true.
And here's how:
I see the truth.
And here's something new:
I hate you.
You imaginary falsehood.
You promised me everything,
just like I knew you would.
But I know you're nothing.
That's the sad part.
I almost let you in my heart
But
LOST amidst static confused and overawed by these visions, here
I am pulled to this pushed to that
At least, I'll never regret LOST my identity
Amids the rush of particle with no memory.
No name to call ME
The system let slip a single fuzzy blip.
UNLABELED AND LOST
tossed to the WAYSIDE
I'm FREE
To be NOTHING
but at least I'm the only one listening
The sound I hear INVISIBLE
A promise of HEAVEN
Covalent and amateur
What does it want?
I have NOTHING to give.
I have only the will to live.
(...yet, i would gladly give it away... ...to see your face.)
I can't stand this any longer
the anxiety is killing me
sitting here quietly
mouth shut
maybe
I should just give up
wasting life away
i can't lose
another
day
Leaving now, sorry
to disappoint
you don't
need
me
(Leaving Now)
Jumping off the bridge
I'm gonna be big
you'll see, just
you watch
me
I'm through with boredom
something's waiting
I'm here waiting
I'm done with
nothing
(My Seething)
I want to be something...
SO THE GUN IN MY MOUTH I
It is the year 2020. The place is someplace. It does not matter where this place is, who lived there, or what continent it is on. No one cares. No one is there to care. The few that are still alive and care enough to give it a name call it Misery. Of course, the whole world could be referred to as a place of misery. Misery, Sorrow, Loneliness, and Fear. These are the stains that persecute life, the only things that seem to exist anymore. Misery is spread across the cities, flowing through the rotting, hulking, abandoned towers and buildings that pierce the gray, clouded sky. Misery is like a wind that blows away hope or joy like leaves on t
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