a means (a poem)

to drown the noise
that drone that rings in my ears like tinnitus or radio static

to dull the thoughts
of why or how everyone i have ever loved has forgiven me.

to numb the pain
the pain of living and of life that’s lasted much too long.

to blur the sight
of the face in the glass that i can no longer stand.

to lull to sleep
when my demons laugh and taunt my brain.

but the bottle is always too short.
and there’s always one beer too few.
“my poison” works far too slow
one more for the road.

a means (a poem)

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Joined May 2008

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Artist's Description

i hardly ever write anything personal
i think every self portrait that i have done has been an attempt to destroy my self.

never vanity.
but self sadism.

i dont enjoy the pain…
but i enjoy act.

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