drown

this life is the cult of love
because we all dance naked in the moonlight
we all pray to nothing
we build altars and eat babies
waiting for the day, someday, anyday
when the cuckoldery will stop
weak fat men marrying ungrateful dumb cunts
failing to provide anything for anyone
except this overrated struggle juggle
you wake up in the middle of the night
sit on the couch sipping tea from a big cup
wandering online streets that lead to offline mazes
decide to go out to see the sunrise
put on your headphones
the air is beautiful and you suddenly become a runner
you run over the hills and see the town
a pretty girl runs in the distance
eventually your paths cross
she takes a photo of the scene
fucking smartphones everywhere
she is pretty and has sexy legs
you want to fuck her but run like a wildman into the distance
pretending you don’t care
you go home and hit the shower
still thinking of her and why you ran away
you send a message to your friend on skype
daily obligations and routines to fulfill
you wonder what is the point
you feel these pangs of excitement and loneliness and suicide
life and death fucking with you
people coming and going
what’s a man got to do
your addictions don’t matter
the only purpose there is
this thought
you reading this
me writing this
i am imagining someone
you are my imagination
dive into my world
drown.