Fear not my dearest friend,
This journey is like all mortal life…
It ends
So grab an oar and start to row
Earn the right to choose my friend,
Choose when and where and how you’ll go
Take a hearty draught of bastards brine
It’s the last you’ll have to go on for an earthly time
Shut your stupid fucking mouth, if you please
And try not to look too surprised when
You get the hatchet buried in your balls
Just get down on your knees…
[And assume the attitude]
You dumb-fuck, dick-less arse-wipe,
Nothing happens without cause,
Nothing escapes without effect,
The knife is in your back for a reason
Nothing is that special,
No one is that special
Just what exactly did you think was going on?
Just what exactly did you think was going down?
What pathetic delusions of grandeur did you nurture
Inside your liars womb?
What childish fantasies did you entertain
Your feeble hope with?
What did you think you were going to do,
Save yourself,
Preserve a vestige of your wretched, restless being?
You know what you had to do to get through the
Long nights
The nights spent alone and abandoned in a cold bed
The nights spent beset and besieged by a desperate
Feeling of seclusion and impotence and urgency
Menagerie
Menagerie
Menagerie…oh it’s the desire and the damage done
Haunted, hated, wasted, weighted
Overplayed and underrated
Just another lost one lost
To the wind and the rain and the torments of perception
Do you care? It’s hard to tell
But I know where you’re at…
Hell
They may never know the reason for this jealousy,
But it’s enough that it’s there, it’s enough that
You know, that you’ll care when it really means
Something…anything…nothing
This time of aging doesn’t wonder when we’ll die
This age of reason doesn’t care why we’ll cry
This body of being doesn’t care for the charge is carries
But in the end, the choice is yours
Choose wisely, choose
The long night at the menagerie
You can outrun the devil
But you can't outrun time
So fear not my dearest friend,
This journey is like all mortal life,
It ends
Author notes
A bit difficult to read, but it is a snapshot.
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So.
This is irrelevant. I've already edited this poem. And you planned on not editing anymore. But...
Don't change for anyone but yourself. And you won't always know when you're changing for yourself and when you're changing for others; it's true. Go with your gut.
You really can't outrun time. But neither can you outrun your own devils; you can only learn to reconcile them, to hopefully banish them to whence they came. That, however, takes time. And Time, as I've seen, is far too long a duration for most people to be able to deal with comfortably. Discomfort is a way of life.
You are a great friend. I hope to challenge you as much as you challenge me. And though it's easier to say than it is to do, remember, all things must pass... We float though this ether, occasionally bumping into each other, sometimes making exchanges, sometimes saying nothing. Remember, I am here.
If nothing else.
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