if all you've ever been is nothing

 

and we were already dead and you couldn't stop dying

 

fucking waste of time waiting for christ’s return

 

without god, there is only the hope of brighter days

 A WEALTH OF POVERTY

everyone here is dying; everyone here swears they'll live forever

 

i no longer walked when it was easier to crawl

 

bitter laughter at this idea of resurrecting overdoses

 

Poem for the Crows w/ Their Sharpened Teeth by John Sweet - Black Coffee Review