i chew plastic
in slow motion
waiting for
someone to carry
my body
into
a
warm bed.
staying in the shadows.
swinging at
imaginary figures.
avoiding all eye contact.
i am daydreaming
a noose
around my neck
made out of the hands
of my former lovers
gripping my windpipe
until there is nothing
left
but a brain dead carcass
and eternal bliss.
i wont drive into
oncoming traffic,
but head on
into whatever guardrail
or concrete median i can
find.
the only difference between
you
and
me
is
some
people
want to
live
and
some people
want to
die.
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