oh_me_ghost

I think Im actually sad \ and

I feel like an asshole.

I dont know what is important

Theres an absence of hope or a void of

Confidence in poems.

Overflowing with a muddy disgust

For the senseless chatter of life.

Bloody shit. This whole world

Is made of it. And

All the birds are smiling madly

At the clouds, starving for worms they are.

Theres a young one chirping on a gutter all alone

He does this everytime And if he forgets,

Another one does it for him.

They cant contain their joy.

So excited and ready to feed on things

That move inside the earth.

Everything is normal and slightly off, oR out of sync.

I just feel so beaten down by life.

Theres no explanation to be found.

Except maybe a lack of sleep, or some kind

Of accidental poisoning.

Cause nothing sad is happening!!!!

What the fucking hell. Some friendly fish

Walks by my rock with wonderful things to say,

They have no idea that I have died and that

All I want to hear is go away.

My soul has left the building folks.

And my poor brain is trying to run the show

All by itself. And it hasnt a clue.

To be concluded or if not, to be erased.