to ache for death
like a hole drilled in a tooth
like the rot set in, waiting for truth
to scrub out the gangrene and rot
like remains from an empty shell, like the fouling after the primer's strike,
like the war cry after the speaker's voice
finds a live mike
and everything falls short.
The finish line runs away.
How sweet it is
To be left behind.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
to ache for death
like a hole drilled in a tooth
like the rot set in, waiting for truth
to scrub out the gangrene and rot
like remains from an empty shell, like the fouling after the primer's strike,
like the war cry after the speaker's voice
finds a live mike
and everything falls short.
The finish line runs away.
How sweet it is
To be left behind.
