Apoplexy Working With the Nutmeg Grater

a thousand things were expected of me
and of my life
things I couldn’t care less about
passion’s long gone
I’ll be better off isolated bathed in misery
fade into nothing self imposed exile
detach myself from everything imbibe and forget any trace of normalcy
let me die broke as shit drunk and alone
nights spent tossing and turning
memories fade of those better times
years bleed together when you don’t care if you’re alive
12 years of sleepless nights alone waiting to die