How low can you go?
There’s levels to it, like everything else, I think you can go past what you even thought was possible.
There’s suicide,
That’s way up at the top, seems counterintuitive, but wishing for your own,selfish death is only the beginning..
Lack Of..
Sometimes, you can hit a depression so deep, that you don’t even care.
You don’t want to be entertained, stimulated, engaged with,,, happiness is a real thing, but you don’t want no part of that shit.
Mass rejection.
Another level I notice, and this is interesting,
Hate.
Where you’re so miserable,,, that looking at other human beings bothers you.
Particularly their faces.
It’s sad, but it’s also the cure for racism.
Every color, every gender, every socioeconomic background…
I see them on a screen….and it’s mostly about faces..
Your faces are feces.
I hate your jaw.
Your nose.
Your puffy little cheeks.
Your eyebrows look pretty retarded.
Your hair.
Your big dumb ears, that you never use.
Your big dumb mouth, that never shuts the fuck up.
Your teeth,,, the teeth that chews the food ,that keeps this big stupid machine in front of me,,moving..
I hate what you are…
Deeply…
And like I said, suicide is only level 1.
There’s so much deeper to go..
If you’re awake, you’d rather be in bed.
If someone tries to help, you’d rather be left alone.
A mood for a teenager, but you can stretch it into a lifetime..
(The sadder levels…)
Yes.
When the things you love can’t reach you.
When you stare at a guitar and just sigh.
When you sit down to type and you realize..
“It would’ve been better to squat over this keyboard, and just drop out a shit on it”
(When distraction doesn’t work..)
Ahhh, now we’re getting into terrifying territory.
(Titular)
When you scroll the news feed, and if there’s a human face stamped on the fucking story…you hate it.
Scroll past pictures of space,,
“I’m looking for a particular story”
There’s only one the can cure what ails me, one that can quench.
(asteroid…)
WormWood.
ANd the Beast fallen from the sky,,, into the sea..
Please..Father that I betrayed…
Creator that I mocked.
Name that I abandoned..
“Please”
Please send something to put all these rats in their place.
Please level the board,, rumor has it,,,that you’ve done it before..
Please, do it for me.
Looks at these creatures,, look how they strut…
Look how they deserve….
So you see…..Suicide and the wish for exit is merely one level,…
You can go MUCH deeper.
And if I had a child, a son or daughter, that love would be required to be stronger than the levels of misery.
It would be required to trump the feelings.
(To best the darkness)
Yes.
You can’t love someone with such power, and still travel between the misery levels.
Doesn’t work that way.
That would be beyond selfish.
And on the matter of divorce?
It’s easy for me to say,, because it hasn’t happened to me.
But if I were poor, and I put my penis into some girl that I convinced , convinced her that I was a good idea…
And she left, she got wise,,,
And she took my children far away, with a different man…
And the State forced me to pay her…every single month.
A monthly reminder of my failure, my battles lost..
And to just know,, to know that my flesh and blood was walking around out there, with half of my genes..
Half of my mind…
Maybe I’d abandon them too…
(No you wouldn’t)
…..
(You wouldn’t..)
… you’re right……
But it’s easy to say, because it didn’t happen for me, didn’t happen to me..
So I’m left, free.
Free to explore the levels.
Free to seek out, to try and find things that work.
And people really do deserve the Asteroid..
(I like how you capitalize it , lol)
Asteroid….
They do…
(It’s just a feeling, just a level,,, this too, will pass,,love prevails)
Does it??
Does it..
(It does)
(It has so far)
dawn 