ONE DAY BEFORE EXECUTION

“Tell me. After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be a pleasure to end all pleasures.”

The morning sets, swoops us of our feet .
That blissful moment of being fresh, untouched, sedated,in your own compass before a Sudden desire to rush swoops you off,you remember the bitter taste of Regret, mouth full of white lies and ,long ago made promises.
Goosebumps and Greed blinds you,it’s neither death or execution ,it is a fear of feeling loneliness that terrifies your bones.
Drinking, eating, watching, typing, sniffing.
We are smart enough to do but not smart enough to question why we do it,It’s sad because if feels like I didn’t write this, like my ideas are a stream of what others thing , like authontecity is a sceam that we all fell for waiting for thatday before execution to remember what to say again..
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