anonymous alcoholic

The day's knives cut and stab and poke and prod...and laugh!...they're alive those knives, those constant knives...those constant shovings that just shave and share...how bare I always am!...Always wi

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Do you know the taste of low life?

The tongueful grasp of a selfish empathy?

It has no taste...it's senseless

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When I look at the world

All I see is mirrors

Reflecting themselves with themselves

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Right now,

My emotions have made me speechless

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Smiles and bright smiles

and great times of calamity

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Depressed with a chest compressed

Reaching in for something more but pushing out even less

Like a test,

I seize the breath of death and crumpled by feelings of nothing but rest, rest, and more rest

Sitting in this room and all I can see are 2D objects.

Only surfaces with no breadth

I live in a flat world that can't or won't see

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I feel like I'm having a seizure

Every limb moves alone

Every shake brakes a bone

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There are no words anymore

I've eaten them all

Devoured the world

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I tricked her as I tripped her in and out of that picture frame. Speaking all with lies, deceit. I'm trading a story for promises. Im killing myself. I'm doing it. Slowly but surely I'll make sure I d

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