The dolor ruptures volcanoes
in my tiny field of reveries
like a reliable friend
taking jabs at my smile
You record my withering like your favorite tv show
And I am carefully gutted
By your parasite fingertips
as they race my arteries of decay to the finish line
you trace the outline of vacuous shadows
With moldy hope
and the way your miseries slither off the tip of your tongue
Into the swamps of my tomorrows
And I,
Sinking deeper Into a web of poison silk
That you sewed together faultlessly
with fibers of my pride
endurance is a past time
that i used to know
You never fade.
You always stay
and pick the layers
Of my wretched life away