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pt2 of poem about pasta


oh, garlic bread,
how your deliciously
sweet buttery juice
sickens me

a crisp crackle
a crisp crunch
for my lunch
13 12,2020
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mankye 08 04,2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rN6ziUstUro

help me. i am a link in the chain connected to life and death; an inbetween state of existence that is both painful and numb. every day I am stretched from left to right, with only my sanity to keep me from succumbing to either side. But this...

this video. It has destroyed me. No longer do I posses a will, or a thought, or a shrivel of sanity. All I know; all I have ever known, is torture. Physical pain - my eyes have dried up from the heart-wrenching sobbing - and mental pain is all I can feel now. No-longer am I the free-thinking spirit I once was... or perhaps, I never was free from these restraints. Perhaps... this video was the awakening. It unlocked the darkness all humans possess within their soul. I hope it ends soon. I hope the fear and pain and torture is driven away.

I cannot bear it any longer.
08 04,2021