Quiet nights hide wailing sobs
inside where darkness looms
The past, the light of life has gone
The sunset comes so soon
A faceless ghost in a crowd
A shapeless. voiceless blur
moving through this sunlit hell
and fading from the world
Those aren't your eyes looking back
That face you never knew
in mirrors where cruel specters meet
and in your head chant doom
The corpse wraps tight around your bones
A squeezing jail of flesh
You can't escape as decades come
of drowning, worthless breath
Shadows grow, cold silence floods
the past life that you once knew
All voices fade to lonely gray
When Gay Death comes for You.
All the world is quiet.
All the world's at peace.
The outside world is still.
The endless noise has ceased.
I sit in my mom's basement,
stuffing cheetos in my face.
It's been too long since I ever have
ventured from this place.
My ass is forming sores
as in melts into my seat,
for such is the existence
of a pathetic little neet.
I only browse the internet,
day in, day out, for years,
looking at the stupid shit
created by my peers.
And yet if there's one thing
I cannot, will not stand.
It's shitty, gaylord poems
that're posted on 4chan.
Once there was a man,
who, though lonely, but endured
due to his discovery
of several 4chan boards.
Once there was a loner,
shoving chips in his mouth hole
as he browsed the whole wide net
just to fill his vacant soul.
Once there was a neet
who, though mommy wanted death,
only demanded tendies
with each asthmatic breath.
Once there was a faggot,
posting shit for all to see,
like his dumb ironic poems,
and his name was OP.
>>6171389
>>6171694
Not bad at all.
I still have to ruin two thirds of your life for "coming out of the closet" and not going "straight" & playing the family game by age 26 though. Every society seems to work that in to any tolerance over the millenia.
Sodomize all you want till about 24, but after that, its serious time.
Or else sink into an aging crowd of freaks getting more sexless by the day who yammer over lesbian politics as if they give a shit and have no family or direction in life. Decades of zombie-type shuffling through dead memories follows.
Rules are rules. Sorry.
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>>6179141
what the fuck?
>>6179167
>>6179232
Why don't gaybois just take hormones, and avoid the gay death forever? You don't need your dick to get your boipucci pounded.
>>6179262
Well..... I like having a dick, The type of men I like wouldn't be able to feel the rush of using their cock to sexually humiliate and feminize another male if I was a chick.
Of course none of it matters when you're gay dead. You just shuffle about and haunt the living and the grave of your sex life, all the sexual irony gone, forced to roam a plain of existence where you are neither hetero nor homo, since to be qualify as anything-sexual you have to actually be getting laid.
It's really quite tragic. You see old fags everywhere. They don't know they're old. They only see what they wanna see.
At least if you get married, theres someone in the house to cook and kids to raise so you don't seem as creepy going to wrestling matches when they grow up.
And then there's the Sandworms to worry about.
Now if you'll pardon, I have some Aleister Crowley tapes to listen to.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hm_R3cyzXus
