what is and used to be

[rubbersalad]

ashes to ashes i lay down this life to rest 

flickers and flashes through our final passage to dust 

[rubbersalad]

never for real 

never existing 

[limepullp]

[rubbersalad]

das my number

[rubbersalad]

Condensation of hand sweat swathed all over my laptop

dead words taint my breath

the misery beyond what the circumstances show

the memories they stab through

of what was and what is to be

[rubbersalad]

I wonder if emotions really exist When you feel them to a point of it not feeling at all When you’d rather kill for pleasure than say sorry again it’s gonna happen folks