Embracing the poison to avoid dealing with humanity, the clock is insignificant as my life these days.
Keep your head down and your true face masked.
It's bleeding at the seams as we are broken internally from the start.
Empty vessels all pine, as you simply taste freely granted pleasures to escape feeling anything that is truly real.
A shared disease, an unwanted curse.
We were reckless as now we are bound to a countdown, a time bomb of internal hemorrhages implosion.
Blood tears shed in a durst bleak is the landscape of damnation's promise.
Does anyone have a cigarette?
Fuck the blindfold and you as well.
Open fire.
John Patrick Robbins is a Southern Gothic writer his work has been published in Impspired Magazine, Fixator Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Fearless Poetry Zine, Distrub The Universe, Sava Press, Spill The Words Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and The Dope Fiend Daily .
His newest book is Midnight Masochism from Black Circle Publishing available through Amazon.
His work is often dark and always unfiltered.
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