Every season gets worse
cumulatively
Years behind me, years stretch still in front
Now accepting madness
part and parcel
for who's ****** me and I've ******
I've ******
******
****** my share of life
Souls in proximity
souls wrapped in snare
souls drained for empathy,
empty
Need it. Can't find it. Rend flesh. Gnash teeth.
Why else would I have consigned?
