This distaste for life,
It beckons me.
it ruins me.
Severing my aching nerves
to those who love me.
This sopping wet-hearted life.
I’m wasting it.
I’m washing away.
squeezing what’s left from within
For a reason quite unburdened.
This dead man’s life.
I can’t become it.
I relinquish it,
for those who seek impurity
you have my blessing.
This artist’s imprisonment.
My abysmal life.
My intimate fantasy.
secretes from the ducts
of the one who bears none.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
This distaste for life,
It beckons me.
it ruins me.
Severing my aching nerves
to those who love me.
This sopping wet-hearted life.
I’m wasting it.
I’m washing away.
squeezing what’s left from within
For a reason quite unburdened.
This dead man’s life.
I can’t become it.
I relinquish it,
for those who seek impurity
you have my blessing.
This artist’s imprisonment.
My abysmal life.
My intimate fantasy.
secretes from the ducts
of the one who bears none.
