Oh take this hand and hold a brush.
A brush or a gun or a guitar.
A smoke, a drink or a knife.
Stab it, him or her.
The blood will make you smile.
You have been sitting in the same room.
Making calls, taking calls, talking and listening.
Step out. Open your eyes. Your youth. Your dreams
Are screaming at the top of their voices.
Stop waiting, you are already a part of this. All of this.
The beautiful boy, will never come. Why waste. Waste away.
Fade away. Hold your ground and talk to your devil. It has the answers.
And you know it. Always. You knew always.
They don't care. You shouldn't either. Why dwell.
Why exist. Breathe. Take it all in.
Bite. The flesh. The taste. The blood.
The grin will last forever not the blush.
Open. Not close. Run not stroll.
The animal is moaning. Set it free.
And laugh.
It's all here. Right here.
In front of you.
Grab it.

Tags: Poem, Existential

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