Yes. The title is true. I started this and totally abandoned following through with any sort of consistency. I'm sure there is maybe 4 people that look at this thing anyway. Alas i still feel like I have flaked out here, so here is a poem i wrote last week when my mind was gone.
All i see is death
It's all i smell
It's what i taste
I feel it scraping in my bones when it's taking shape
My eyes they sleep and waste the days
Like Knots in my stomach they never stray
lay my body on a cold steel bed
Awaiting my sins and words to be read
Out loud, inside
My lips and fingertips coincide
Yelling "LONG AGO IS WHEN I DIED!"
"THIS IS NOTHING NEW; A MOUNTAIN IVE ALREADY CLIMBED!"
Long before, Ive seen this place
A life of apathy, lies, love, hate and haste
I always lose
There is nothing left
Just the thought of her face when i lost my breath