Certified Soft Shit

By Desolate Blight

On Nostalgic Dread

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I’ve dreaded this exact moment

Held back by the taste of it all

A bitterness left on my lips after our fall

Swinging back and forth I leave behind

The sight a future just a weakening disguise

Possessed

Confess

Your feelings left up high

You don’t care about

My feelings, hanging by a thread

I walk around

I pace around

Lost forgetting why I came here

Your name

My stomach turns

I hate the thought of ever feeling like this was just a curse

You’re such a liar

But even if you lie

I can’t tell you how much it hurts without you by my side

I’m fucking sick of this

Take it like you took everything else

Bury me, all you do is lie

This fucked up city

All it knows is hate

Everybody around me continues to be fake

Don’t laugh at me

Not a single sound to make

Culture vultures picking up the torch and burning with their throats out

Light it up

Set my body ablaze

Burn it down with all that you love

I never felt so fucking low, inducing vomit inside this putrid home

Like a knife wound to the ribs

I’ve adjusted to feel disgusted

When will you ever learn?