What drug will release me from this endless suffering? What have I done to deserve it? Was I a heinous villain in my past lives? Or are my self-perceived good acts actually abruptly atrocious ones? On my phone I see the face of death. He stares coldly at me as I write. His chin has decayed wrinkles and his mouth is lipless. His eyes are hidden behind a black veil and white letters. His neck is robust and I can see the strength in his shoulders. His impression is smudged on my phone’s screen. It would seem my fingers know what I truly desire. But again I ask, what drug will release me from this endless suffering?
…
take me away
across Lake Superior
beyond the city of Lansing
under the Mackinaw Bridge
…
take me away
far from the Arizonan deserts
from the baking heat of misery
outside of the bustling city
…
take me away
out of the pain I feel
scrape the sorrow from my heart
grind the anxiety into dust
…
take me away
away from the possibility of love
hide me from falsehood
stave off the oppressors
…
take me away
let there be no more family
isolate me into oblivion
shelter me from togetherness
…
take me away
beyond the meadows of my mind
past the bashful bushes within
away from the haunting hills on the horizon
…
take me away
I loathe this life
why must I be a paradox?
the goal of “nullification” is sublime
…
take me away
until I can no longer understand myself
never again do I wish to be heard from
ever gone with the brisk winds
…
take me away
three minutes ‘til dinner
six hours before my slumber
nineteen more years of nightmares awaits
…
ABSOLUTE AND TRUE LOVE.
-Sir Contra
About the Creator
Sir Contra
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