Nausea ad nauseum

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

Who am I to wait?
My heart is pure,
or at least,
no dirtier than yours.
Salvation lies in waiting,
so claims the saviour.
I’ll go then,
no communion for the sinner,
no rest for the thickest.
I went,
but is now back,
where I started,
none the richer.

IRL there’s no change

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

The definition of a story
is change.
But stories are just that.
In real life there’s no
deux ex machina to
save us.
I need a god,
a belief,
to save me.
I would give anything…

No, you wouldn’t.
What you have to give,
is not yours to give.
To sell your soul,
you would need
to have one
in the first place.

We got what we need, always

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

What more could you want?
Cheap rum, a good book & salty tears.
Really, to want more
is just cravenly.
Just a design to
to make others feel your pain.
A pain not transferable.
Yet,
there’s a hunger,
a desire burning,
a need never quenched.
Tears cried alone
are tears wasted,
but it is as it should be.

Go to bed,
tomorrow,
if it comes,
will be brighter.

Sanity is just a point of view

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

If there is no joy,
what is there?
An empty packet of fags,
all ash & no light.
Butts, no buts.
Shadows in the dark.
Are you there?
Could you be?
I. .
I need.
Always need,
no want.

Free will,
my ass.

Sky Raspberries

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

Questing for something
you can never have.
For some thing,
some quantity,
of unknown quality.
Just beyond your grasp,
only just.
Almost tangible,
almost
real.
You can taste it
or rather,
remember the taste
of something that never
reached yor taste buds.

How sweet the taste,
how bitter the thought.

Individuality, a mirage

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

All I want,
all I need, crave,
is to connect.

Join the club,
fool.

Created for chaos

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

Chaos made me,
formed & nurtured me,
so am I cheating myself
by shying away from it?
Cheating chaos itself?
Do I owe it anything?
Does it owe me?
Or own me?

All I know
is that it is always there,
waiting.

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