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.