more musings...

i bleed words...
i have written an ocean,
the illiterate stare at me and hate.
words spill out my mouth without thinking
i string sentences like a beaded necklace...

i live in a glass house
and people throw stones my way...
my only friend is a lonely mouse
and i am afraid when he's away...

i have an ache in my soul,
and a void in my chest
a guilt that no one can console
even though they try their best.
i have a hole in my head
a dead pigeon in my hand
sometimes i wish i was dead.

divinity is insomnia
and god is sleep
i am an aethiest
roaming the streets
praying for grace.

above and below average
a stamp of nothing
an existence of nothing
surrounded by vapid emptiness
and vaccant beings
drowing in a sea of booze
a gut wrenching life with no redeeming future
am i the only one?
can't you see me?
why won't you acknowledge me?!
i disappear again...