I am apportioned to the beast
in this porcelain affair
Laid back against the will
imposed upon me
If I were at fault I would concede
Full of everything besides this
abhorrent singularity

The worm is no more than the fungus
as I am no more than he
but this **** ego collapses
When I feel no superiority
Illuminated by yellow light
a bathroom mirror destroys the illusion
My distorted features

Allowed to imagine the similarities
Mood sour, taut skin, sunken features
existing just to taunt myself
I haven't died, nor even tried
Stuck in the hollow between emotions
life continues alone to leave me
pacing and writing my disease