If I walk out of this party would anyone even notice?

Non-existence.

That’s all I share.

Nothing to hold onto, just drink this beer.

I have blue dreams,

And I want to stay high.

You didn’t even hear me when I said “I love you.”

If I left right now, it wouldn’t even make a difference, would it?

I screamed but all you could hear were cicadas buzzing.

I’m falling apart right in front of you.

Smoke this cigarette, the ash burns your clothes.

It’s okay to be naked when your flesh means nothing.

I want to feel entropy.

Sliding into the abyss.

There is nothing to stare into.

I have become the void, and I was never really here to begin with.

(C) A.R. Minhas 2019

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