Death by Occupation
Depression is real, people. Many of us decide to handle it in the worst way. It's not fair on several levels. It's not fair for those suffering, finding no way to fix the problem. It's like screaming in a room full of people who can't hear. It's insane! I've been there, folks. The feeling is crippling. It also takes a tole on those who love and care about you, but find themselves helpless when trying to be of assistance. When it hits, we sink into our beds, strangle ourselves with doubt and worry. Though this is personal, I believe the devil has a lot to do with it. He can't make us commit to an action, but he can convince us that it's the best thing to do...if we're willing to listen. Sometimes he whispers, while others, he yells. Imagine the devil hustling suicide to the hopeless. What would that look like? That's what inspired me to write this piece.
He convinced Genie
that the only wish worth granting
was his own to be free
of living.
He almost got me once three years ago.
I wanted him to hook me up
with something quiet,
a sense of self hate that I could
Use in bed,
I see the devil hustling
on the corner of Last Resort Street
and Screw It.
Disregard the pull,
turn left,
head down You Are Loved Avenue
and find the earth empty
of your ray.
You’re bright, my friend.
God already paid your light bill
and I’m certain He’ll die again
if it meant you shining.
Death by Occupation
So I saw the devil hustling on the corner
Of Giving Up Boulevard and Nobody Cares,
Selling easy way outs .
The artists were his best customers,
Consistent with asking him the question,
Will this hurt?
He never felt bad
about receiving soul payments
from kids. His selling pitch
came from internet trolls
knowing how to get teenagers
to charge their depression
to their mother and father’s account
where they deposit
“secure “parenting skills.
His website for the broken, beaten, and bruised
usually contains the typical merchandise—
A Razor blade, belt, and a black Beretta.
He doesn’t believe
in drawing up heavy documents,
just a sheet with a line for signage
under the declaration,
I just want to stop the pain.
He doesn’t want you to survive
an overdose or come close
To untying yourself from the ceiling.
He wants full commitment,
Obituary status—
riding in a hearse, limo style,
Birth date and burial time
on a pamphlet type of deal.
Whether you’re rich with millions
of fans or a local cheerleader
So I saw the devil hustling on the corner
Of Giving Up Boulevard and Nobody Cares,
Selling easy way outs .
The artists were his best customers,
Consistent with asking him the question,
Will this hurt?
He never felt bad
about receiving soul payments
from kids. His selling pitch
came from internet trolls
knowing how to get teenagers
to charge their depression
to their mother and father’s account
where they deposit
“secure “parenting skills.
His website for the broken, beaten, and bruised
usually contains the typical merchandise—
A Razor blade, belt, and a black Beretta.
He doesn’t believe
in drawing up heavy documents,
just a sheet with a line for signage
under the declaration,
I just want to stop the pain.
He doesn’t want you to survive
an overdose or come close
To untying yourself from the ceiling.
He wants full commitment,
Obituary status—
riding in a hearse, limo style,
Birth date and burial time
on a pamphlet type of deal.
Whether you’re rich with millions
of fans or a local cheerleader
who hates the mirror,
he has a pocket of resignation
with your name on it.
No refunds, though.
It’s what he told Avicii, Mac Miller,
Lee Thompson Young and Robin Williams.
he has a pocket of resignation
with your name on it.
No refunds, though.
It’s what he told Avicii, Mac Miller,
Lee Thompson Young and Robin Williams.
He convinced Genie
that the only wish worth granting
was his own to be free
of living.
He almost got me once three years ago.
I wanted him to hook me up
with something quiet,
a sense of self hate that I could
Use in bed,
not breathe the next
morning.
Mom was sold, too, at one point,
but I became her incentive to inhale
A little longer, past my high school
Graduation, long enough to offer
her ring to my fiancé.
Do me a favor.
Place two fingers upon
the side of your neck,
feel your existence.
You can’t sell that on Craig’s List,
Amazon, or have posted
for consumption in some college,
student housing facility,
next to the Honda photographed
Mom was sold, too, at one point,
but I became her incentive to inhale
A little longer, past my high school
Graduation, long enough to offer
her ring to my fiancé.
Do me a favor.
Place two fingers upon
the side of your neck,
feel your existence.
You can’t sell that on Craig’s List,
Amazon, or have posted
for consumption in some college,
student housing facility,
next to the Honda photographed
with 80, 000 miles on
it .
God put in a special order
when he first spoke your name,
so when you hear Satan
calling it, trying to summon you
like any song from Michael Jackson
or Drake inquiring KeKe to declare
her affection, ignore.
I’ll be your Kryptonian import,
your bat with gadgets
and a sick mobile,
any comic savior
to answer your SOS hidden text, reading
save me.
God put in a special order
when he first spoke your name,
so when you hear Satan
calling it, trying to summon you
like any song from Michael Jackson
or Drake inquiring KeKe to declare
her affection, ignore.
I’ll be your Kryptonian import,
your bat with gadgets
and a sick mobile,
any comic savior
to answer your SOS hidden text, reading
save me.
on the corner of Last Resort Street
and Screw It.
Disregard the pull,
turn left,
head down You Are Loved Avenue
and find the earth empty
of your ray.
You’re bright, my friend.
God already paid your light bill
and I’m certain He’ll die again
if it meant you shining.
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