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Dead Man Walking   2 comments

I’m boring
I’m dull
I’m an anxious coward
An asshole, not a man
I’m a bundle of insecurities and fears
Wrapped up in day dreams and fantasies
Masquerading as a functioning adult
Who pretends he gives a damn if he wakes up tomorrow or not.

I’m holding on, barely anchored to the shore
But still I’m finding ways to sever what few lines keep me moored
Using knives fashioned from doubt to hack away
One at a time
Until I’m finally released from it all.

I’ve squandered the one thing I can’t get back
Spending all my time hiding in a room
Playing video games and jerking off
That’s not life, that’s just existing
Taking up space in this world until my ticket comes up
And someone else gets my spot.

I’m not a human being
I’m just a future has been
A forgotten memory
I’m not alive
I’m just a dead man walking

-Shaman Romney 2016

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Posted 10/20/2016 by Shaman in Poetry

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  1. I cannot state how much I adore this. The honesty and self-awareness is remarkable. In the end, all time is wasted, and cannot be returned, and we are all but empty husks, dead shells of decaying ideas with meaningless conviction. Even still, this knowledge, seemingly only discovered by a few, accomplishes little, if anything.

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