I'm in anther room, my own
surgeon, slicing myself
open in search of muscles
aching with worthlessness.
I'm a soldier who missed
his homecoming, I shouldn't
be here, but anchored
to the bottom of a lake.
Choice weapon in hand,
looking to the surface
with glassy eyes.
I'm here, staring
through my feet
as they sink
further
and further
into the dirt.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
I'm in anther room, my own
surgeon, slicing myself
open in search of muscles
aching with worthlessness.
I'm a soldier who missed
his homecoming, I shouldn't
be here, but anchored
to the bottom of a lake.
Choice weapon in hand,
looking to the surface
with glassy eyes.
I'm here, staring
through my feet
as they sink
further
and further
into the dirt.