To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure

Laudanum

Long winded and lugubrious, languishing with laudanum

The haunted air whistles through your hair

Walking on the edge of hope and sanity

The precipice of unveiled vanity

You have grown very grand

You have put all your strength into saying no

While your pride eats away your soul like a bloody red cancer

And your sense of worth sits in a sheltered room bound and gagged wondering why

If the cost to you of a promise is foreknowledge it is not worth the price of the time it takes to make it

Go and contemplate the efficacy of righteousness

Tell stories to remember

Tell stories even if no one listens

Pour your heart out like water from Jacob’s well

Even if every word you say is like a silent bell

I’m remembering to forget how

Beautiful you were

I’m afraid to find out you really weren’t who you pretended to be

You’ll be alright as long as you convince the audience it was me to blame

I still love you with all the grace a heart of gold can muster

You and your act however are wearing very thin

Long winded and lugubrious

Languishing with laudanum

And a fresh new batch of losers

RolloRoberson ©️2025 photos and poem

“Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm…”- Martin Lee Gore

I want to kill myself.

But why?

Not even really wanna die.

We need to breathe.

But what's the matter?

If I will deal with this

And will not lose

The fight with hater,

Who actually is me,

Just one annoying,

Keeping the poison

In his pouch.

To use it in the end

By mixing with the air,

And show the world it's evel,

Which always bite same hand.