I've been dissolving slowly
this whole time.
I dont know quite how long
that is.

Fleeting glimpses of gilded good
amidst **** loads of, well...

This isn't a call for help.
This is sincere.
This is dismantling of style.
This is alive like the rest of it.

Every cigarette I smoke
is the last one I ever will.
Every syllable I ever wrote
is abominable and I love that.