Death is beautiful.
It sits in the back of my mind and haunts
It calls my name so slowly
It lies there in the dark and taunts
It knows I’m scared it knows I’m lonely.
The demons are upon me and its smothering me.
Queens birthday weekend, I should be stoked right ? NO, where I work there are no consecutive days off, my monthly roster this month I get one set of two days off in a row. So therefore my long weekend means sweet shit all, Thursday off, Friday…
Coffee number two, so I may as well type something. And the coffees don’t do shit anymore besides fill my belly with warmth and maybe give me the slightest of a buzz that may last a few minutes. Caffeine addiction is fucking hard and controls my damn life most days. It also makes my belly hate me after a while.