have i grown this
fungus heart
myself?
have i
reconstructed myself
to survive in the conditions
i’ve created?
sloth
is the sin i brew
neglect
is the symptom
how do i solve this
when avoiding is
what comes natural
the virus grows too much
when i stay too still
so i keep moving
infecting all yet
trying to escape
this fate
as if running
stops the wound
from bleeding
but still
it is not as if
staying still makes
anything more
then an ecosystem
of self-destruct
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
have i grown this
fungus heart
myself?
have i
reconstructed myself
to survive in the conditions
i’ve created?
sloth
is the sin i brew
neglect
is the symptom
how do i solve this
when avoiding is
what comes natural
the virus grows too much
when i stay too still
so i keep moving
infecting all yet
trying to escape
this fate
as if running
stops the wound
from bleeding
but still
it is not as if
staying still makes
anything more
then an ecosystem
of self-destruct
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