Comment Roundup PT2

“I’ve had a lifetime of those nights” lamented the darkly reflective drunk, his lingering glass haunting the gravely occupied bar top

“She was the trigger, my nature the gun” a shot glass fired back as fast as the barman’s delivery can fuel each measured chapter of the destructive act

“The hour of that eternity, the second my sanity left” the barman lets the drunk further into a bottles drifting stupor retreat, merci ridden is such an act when faced with the grim looks he serves every deathly night he fuels the internally dead

“Now let me never be sober, or I’ll catch a razor blade death” as into the night fades all that makes the barfly’s mood so stained an unhappy shade of black, blissfully darker with each liquid bullet downed in increasingly uncoordinated shots

“And if that bitch says I raised a finger” a pause in bleak spirited pace, slurring words to a timely length equal to the rope each depressive uses to tie their noose

“Let it be known, lies and an empty bottle carry more weight in the eyes of a judge” the shot glass dismissing its contents to the floor, the intended drinker passing out

Not a grimace of pain upon impact with the floor many have called a bed, but a look of content to mark the hallowed event to be free of conscious memory of all he drinks to forget

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To whence eyes looked forward, the price thier soul
For those who aspired, the cost too high
And whom stands a halt to progress, marked the fool
To whence eyes refuse to look forward and decline to play
The price is all humanity, which ever way we go

A Respectful Comment

In which lies love, the head or the heart or alas a mortal game
To where lies pain, the soul, mind or percieved wrong
In what lies death, that of mental adsence or the fading of psyical form

What is it to be human, as I am that in all but who I know I am…

Mirror shy, I beg you not….

​Mirror shy away, beg not to reflect this feeble excuse for human fail

I hath lacked the inclination to take the image shown darkly hued for an age into time

Show not the venom overflowing beneath that false gaze

Show not the frown locked into every stress line

Show not the form I fade to when ghosts haunt

I am all an image fractured to hide the inherit fright that has become of all that once shined

Mirror shy away and sample not the flesh corrupting around these bones

What deathly bleak features I see in reflected flash are too much a reminder of the hope I lost