Cassells - Charm

I see the future with narrowed eyes
It sees me with apologies to those
who saw too much from me
Just like my handwriting
Messy
Un-organised blotches of ink soaking through paper
An hour after writing all of the above
I beat myself up to the point where my fingers feel fucked
Over-analysed cancelling a show I was supposed to play tonight
I feel as though I’m giving myself 24 hours
To be gone from this household or be nowhere at all
A selfish death to avoid future pain
A selfish death to avoid future pain
Should one feel guilty for the thoughts that they have
Should one use substances as a temporary fix
As opposed to actually fixing the mistakes they put at stake
Over-analysation is an art form itself if perfected right
Allows you to cradle the entire world in the palms of your hands
With yourself and life being a mystery to mankind
What are you leaving behind
So be sure to avoid his grief by making him hate me
I’m not your dependent figure anymore.
They all lied about hell for it was never part of the afterlife
It’s been right in front of me.
You showed me hell
And fuck was it pretty

Written by:
Jordan Cassells

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