im exhausted by my own self-consumption
im tired of being consumed by my lonesome pities and unfulfilled desires
i want to be consumed by starving ospreys after their long migration north in the burgeoning spring
i want to be consumed by the sun so that its thousand beams pierce me blind
i want to be consumed by a lustful lover with a penchant for my taste
i want to be consumed by echoing mountains that scrape the sky
i want to be consumed by the sickly song of a siren, succumbing to the sea
i want to be consumed by an endless kaleidoscope of colors— a dizzying spectrum of thousands of textures and patterns and shapes
i want to be consumed by the silence of an empty plain
......
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
Mother I want you to know I'm sorry for being a piece of shit
I'm sorry about the problems I've have caused within you and dad
I'm sorry I was never there for you to comfort you on your darkest time
I hate myself cause I know I was the reason for your’s and dad’s divorce
I feel like life for you and dad would have better without me in the picture
I still get angry at the fact that I was the reason for your depression
I wish i was never involved at any of our family photos
Dad always told me that you guys loved me but i’m sure that's a lie
......
im exhausted by my own self-consumption
im tired of being consumed by my lonesome pities and unfulfilled desires
i want to be consumed by starving ospreys after their long migration north in the burgeoning spring
i want to be consumed by the sun so that its thousand beams pierce me blind
i want to be consumed by a lustful lover with a penchant for my taste
i want to be consumed by echoing mountains that scrape the sky
i want to be consumed by the sickly song of a siren, succumbing to the sea
i want to be consumed by an endless kaleidoscope of colors— a dizzying spectrum of thousands of textures and patterns and shapes
i want to be consumed by the silence of an empty plain
......
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
Mother I want you to know I'm sorry for being a piece of shit
I'm sorry about the problems I've have caused within you and dad
I'm sorry I was never there for you to comfort you on your darkest time
I hate myself cause I know I was the reason for your’s and dad’s divorce
I feel like life for you and dad would have better without me in the picture
I still get angry at the fact that I was the reason for your depression
I wish i was never involved at any of our family photos
Dad always told me that you guys loved me but i’m sure that's a lie
......