I feel it.
I really do.
I can feel the inertia of my life spinning,
In a descending spiral.
I can feel the spin and the sinking,
Like a cheap water park.
Eventually, I will hit the hole,
And no matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to get back out.
I will be drown by the decisions I make.
I will suffocate in the titties, beer, and drugs.
The tar in my lungs will make the little air I do grasp,
Meaningless.
And I am happy.
I am a fucking walking train wreck,
But I am happy.
I wear my bomb next to my heart.
Begging it to explode.
I have killed the albatross,
And I feel no remorse.
And I am Ozymandias,
I will be wiped away by the sands of time.
And I will not be missed.
And I am ok with this.
Now back to work.
Apparently I’m still having trouble figuring out how to work a blog.
Dcid Corvid 