So many plans
so many fervent nights
Desparate for the
elegant delusion
It was so convincing
the looming golden ticket
I’ve learned that the future self has to pay, the memory drags on hidden and unnourished
Suicidal rationalism
Libertarian dreaming
Voluntary dismemberment
Unengaged thoughts
Empty promises
Hotline hold times
The unmoored philosophy continues
ignored in its brutality
it’s inconvenience
Through the ever deepening sorrow
I have learned that the irrationality gains a stronghold
in the dark echo chamber
700 thousand people are left to their own devices each year
700 thousand gut-wrenching detachments from the self
700 thousand stories left untold
It’s a fucking tragedy
the message goes unacknowledged,
just “demented spirits far gone from reach”
What were Chester’s reasons? What were Chris’ reasons? What were Kurt’s reasons?
When I peer into the past and look deep
I’m sorrowed by the depersonalization
the conviction
These patterns they grab hold
as the conditions rapidly grow worse
First the slow loss
Then the misguided cope
Finally the end
It’s a tragedy replayed over and over
we see it every day, unwilling to
acknowledge the message
Suicidal rationalism
Libertarian dreaming
Voluntary dismemberment
Unengaged thoughts
Empty promises
Hotline hold times
700 thousand people
left to their own devices
shadowboxing the non-existent
they are left to their own devices
left to their own devices