Literary Wave Recollection - by Erik Smith
This
complication of hate and pain
Swimming in the hell inside my brain
Complicated contraptions of love and shame
Scrawled on this anti-christial parchment
Unable to achieve myself
Running my life into the ground the harder I try
Forcing others to endure my grief and hate me
Unable to sleep and lonely as possible I cannot cry
My final prophecy
Records of my insanity
One way to complete me
A sign of what is meant to be
My blood to be set free
I waited to see what would happen
I observed my fucking everything up worse
Destroyed too many lives to be forgiven
It is time to exit stage right in a hearse
What will happen once I'm gone
I can't help but think one less weight on the world
Short pain will disappear underneath the stain of time
People will redistribute my belongings, recycle
Undoubtedly I will be thankfully forgotten
Everyone who thought they knew me will move on
