my monster times five
once kept me alive
my anger times six
then hit us like a ton of bricks
my self loathing times two
killed all of me in you
my regret times seven
is no ******* heaven
my vanity times eleven
will eventually be my armageddon
my kindness times twelve
always ends upon the shelf
my future times my past
always leaves me aghast
my present times my zero
is like my bone without the marrow
my only thing that's real
is really nothing
nothing really, at all