I just want to write about something
                           "good"
So bitter and toxic that anything nice
just sounds fake and inhuman
I'd rather wallow
than be someone real
that's all I'll be
that's all I'll know
so ******* blind
darkness

would you choose a life without them
where you can hold them in memory
in hopes of meeting a muse anew

or a dream that repeats every 30 seconds
where skin is warm and smiles always
and nothing new happens

oh my god
not an exclamation
A call for help
it's all I think about
trade the blood in my veins
so it can run smooth
sweet bliss to black
wake up
graveyard