Twenty-Six

This town is dead,
it's residents are corpses.
Floating through life,
as if no one exists.
Main street is alone,
a transit of despair.
Channeling people,
to a life not worth living.

i am going to run,
run so far away.
Leave it all behind,
did it matter anyway?

Twenty-Five

You will awake,
to tragic news.
The question is,
what will you do?
Will you laugh or cry,
celebrate or rejoice?
Would it make a difference,
will you notice at all?
Will the sight of a corpse,
frighten you?
The stiff unbending body,
leaving you unnerved?
It wont bother me...

Twenty-Four

Walking,
stumbling through life.
Staggering and falling,
over my own dignity.

My tongue,
painting vivid pictures.
Of my hypocrisy and
failure of life.

Why do you even bother,
with me...

Twenty-Three

i don't mind pain,
if it has purpose.
i would live in misery,
so all could feel joy.
What kills me though,
is this pain without purpose.

my life...

Twenty-Two

Down, down, down...
how low can we go?

Twenty-One

"I'm okay..."
the great American lie,
spread by dreams of prosperity.
How can we prosper,
if we are dying from the inside.
Why are so afraid,
to admit we are messed up?
Well guess what,
i'm okay too...

Twenty

Sometimes i think,
i would be better off.
Isolated forever,
no more contact.
A life without others,
is life without disappointment...