so I can blame the situation if
I could
I try to
play the part, but
agony feels so good,

the pins that *****
the jibes that stick
the pain that makes
me feel so sick
feel
so
good
and what would I do
if it wasn't for the agony?

Apathy is that part of me
that never wants to move
I move carefully
aware that she
is watching.

I feel the world well up in my chest
and the words swell in my throat
and I'm only hoping for the best
amidst the storm on this **** boat
as I throw up emptiness into the ocean
like dry heaving naught but sand
my will is gone and neck is open
I'm giving up on finding land
Alas, my wandering weary traveler
fall not to hopeless woe
for this humble hollower orator
won't let you die alone.