Author Information
Meaningless Days
It’s night, something on some date at some time,
A lot of cocaine from wherever, vodka, heroin is what I’m,
Doing and I prepare copious amounts of it,
I end each day like name the drug - I did an ounce of it,
Fuck it, literally no one really cares, they all forget I pay attention to actions, not words,
I’m different, I pay attention, I’m logical, unfortunately for all - I separate from the blind herds,
As the world descends into an ignorance and emotion-fueled chaos, I too descend,
But mine is not about contrived social issues, it’s about Elise and what we built - only to end,
Get over it, just move on, go, git, giddy up, keep moving,
What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do, easier said than done each day is proving,
The real pain is when no one cares about the pain, it’s the multiplier,
It’s like the pain can’t escape, when no one cares it builds the walls only higher,
I used to think these words were art, I used to think they had some sort of esoteric meaning,
Like I was communicating to an unknown, small elite crowd - pathetic, on this my mind was leaning,
Alone now, so alone, I could type the word over and over again,
I could use a typewriter, a computer, a phone, a pencil or a pen,
The medium matters not as the term always goes unanswered,
Flatlined, ignored: why would I expect any different - mine is just another word,
In a sea of rhetoric, social media, opinions, an abundance of communication vomit masquerading,
As something meaningful, I give up, drugged up, driving, opened flask parading,
No one to blame, I don’t care anymore, the curtain has closed,
It could have been different, it should have been different, meaningless everything I supposed….
