what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
Tag: suicide
Dark Angel in Lonesome Town | Dark Hero
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing:
“Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
One Last Next Thing | Poem
I never will because there is always more. Always one more thing I must acquire another feeling I need to chase. Nothing is getting better inside of me. (I won’t lie.) But that doesn’t matter. I live for the one next thing the next thing on my list. I can’t do it until it is…
hang with the greats | poem
and the fears i’m too afraid to face alone and it’s so hard to do so and it’s so hard to do so and i know you’re not afraid so take my hand you’ll hang with the greats
Ismus and the Deity of Death
A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check…
The Town: Part 5
Jac’n had lugged his lightweight from door to door, knocking and hollering, kneeling and begging. There had to be one person in this barren, good-for-almost-nothing kind of town that would want him before he offed himself. Right? The door had been shut on him ten times—six women and four men—and now he had only two…
Sammicakes 