My instincts tell me to drown,
To slip away into oblivion, into obscurity.
But have we not tried?
Endured enough,
Suffered enough.
For how long shall we continue to suffer in silence?
For how long shall we continue to endure the unwelcome visitors from our past?
For how long shall we continue to endure poison darts shot at us by our own minds?
How can you avoid yourself?
Perhaps my instincts are all wrong then.
We have been lied to.
And we have swallowed the lies gullibly,
Desperately.
We had no other choice,
We needed something to believe in.
What is it that dooms a man?
Is it love? Money? Fame?
What do you believe in?
I do not know.
Shoot myself in the leg, everytime
It's not my fault I don't know which way is up.
I suffer from vertigo.
My instincts are all wrong.
©May
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