Don't Try

from by RAW BLOW



I walk in circles. I lie awake in my bed. The Earth is humming. The sound is making my head swollen, vacant, wasted, nothing... never mind. It doesn’t matter anyway.

I speak of nothing while staring off into space. This all-consuming stupid void, an endless, vacant, wasted no one... never mind. It doesn’t matter anyway. We are all we are: an excuse for the inexcusable.

Don’t try.


from Slow Choke, released October 28, 2014



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