Charm

I see the future with narrowed eyes It sees me with apologies to those who saw too much from me Just like my handwriting Messy Un-organised blotches of ink soaking through paper An hour after writing all of the above I beat myself up to the point where my fingers feel fucked Over-analysed cancelling a show I was supposed to play tonight I feel as though I’m giving myself 24 hours To be gone from this household or be nowhere at all A selfish death to avoid future pain A selfish death to avoid future pain Should one feel guilty for the thoughts that they have Should one use substances as a temporary fix As opposed to actually fixing the mistakes they put at stake Over-analysation is an art form itself if perfected right Allows you to cradle the entire world in the palms of your hands With yourself and life being a mystery to mankind What are you leaving behind So be sure to avoid his grief by making him hate me I’m not your dependent figure anymore. They all lied about hell for it was never part of the afterlife It’s been right in front of me. You showed me hell And f*ck was it pretty