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A destruction instinct A call for demise Its not even rage I just want to destroy everything that is nice Why? I feel like I am going to set everything asunder Just how it has happened before I don't want this to happen I don't want to hurt people that don't deserve it
A shadow looms above my shoulders It is as heavy as the world It doesn't leave I am tired My body is tired My soul is tired All I wish like this is to fall and never wake up again This is not poetry This is just shitty rambling The weight does soften once I write off my charge
I as usual wonder how to change annihilation impulse
It is odd I was feeling not troubled by this once I wrote it Now as re-reading it the next day and I feel bad by it once again Like if I got back into that thought I want them to live in peace I want them to be happy I want my own death