Description: haha... believe it or not, this is all the result of intense procrastination. I HATE COLLEGE. I hate education. All I want is a little cabin with art supplies and books and a typewriter. I don't need people, I don't need anything, just me, alone, gloriously lonely.
put the poor beast out of its misery -------------------------------------------
I wander down meandering conch-shell staircases
muttering to myself like a schizo,
'kill me, kill me, someone, god fucking kill me'
my fingers skim the whitewashed walls
the lights are harsh and cold and probing
and my spirit feels like a hairball in the drain
'please God, I'll believe in You if you'll just
strike me down and kill me kill me kill me'
the same blaring songs teething on my fragile nerves
the silence is uglier
my room is a grotesque pile of yesterday's clothes, empty bottles of diet coke, papers and books like dead butterflies, wings bent and askew on the floor
kill me kill me kill me
good write. good length, good word choise. you made me feel it, you could probably make soomone who doesnt usualy feel it feel it, how would i know though, im not her. the imagry is perfectly painful. the acheing shows, mingled with the evanescent hope that there might be a god to hear you. no critisism today,