Dress Dead Bodies Up in Tight Designer Jeans

Not happy unless

surrounded by fuzzy cats

or loud live music

Restrained from waking.

Hazy day dream of a life.

More like a nightmare.

Summer doesn’t help.

Veiled atmosphere of pleasure.

Here and gone so fast.

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Gorgeous friends, warm nights

can’t quell the obvious fact;

It’s temporary.

Bodies mean nothing.

Desolate, barren wastelands.

As empty as fields.

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Mind is limitless.

Thoughts can penetrate the nerves.

Dreams can twinge the skin.

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So overwhelming

That these coils of pink membrane

are belittled ash.

So transfixed on it.

The thought of the impending.

Future controls all.

A hopeless pursuit;

with the thought that possibly,

someone could love me.

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maybe not that word,

pursuit. That suggests trying.

I am not trying.

I just can’t commit.

Indecisive, childish shit.

Can’t even function.

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Imbedded feeling.

Not something you grow out of.

Permanent defect.

drowning in self doubt.

lungs sopping up self pity.

can’t come up for air.

Can I just drop out?

I don’t mean school, I mean life.

Tell me where to sign.