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Death's Head

from Centipede by titmouse973

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Self-medicate with self-hatred
Self-neglect as a form of self-flagellation
Masturbation as a form of procrastination
I'm fated to be jaded straight up to my expiration
I was scared of drugs because I knew I'd like em too much
But my life was getting fucked so I needed a new crutch
Consumed too much but it's hard not to do when you hang out with stupid losers who don't do much
Too much lenience
Too much reckless abandonment
Too much privilege given to those who can't handle it
Too many late nights and date nights
There were some great nights
But over all I wish that I had stayed inside
Though at the same time, I wish I'd gone out more
Experienced the outdoors, the real life Life board
But it gets boring, exerting energy socializing and exploring
Everything becomes a game when the law means nothing
When you realize the mugger is just bluffing
When you look into his eyes and you realize he won't use his knife cause he knows your life means something
He just wants to put bread on the table same as you
He just does it in ways you'd be ashamed to do
It's up to you to decide what that means to you
Do you laugh or scream or a mixture of the two
I haven't quite decided myself
I just know that I can't confide in just anyone else
I just know that life feels like a preview to hell
And I hope that I'll never see the real version as well
I hope it doesn't exist
I hope that death is like before birth, because that was eternal bliss
No needs no thoughts no emotions
The wound of mortality had not yet been opened
And the only way to close it is to taper off into what is hopefully the same as pre-existance
My life will be a perfect oval shape and stretch a clean and adequate amount of temporal distance
I might as well be dust on the surface of Jupiter
I might as well just bust nuts on my computer
I might as well just revel in existential stupor
Till I'm removed from this dimension like a tumor.

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from Centipede, released March 15, 2018

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