i am the dying tree rooted firmlyin place with no thing left for me clinging with cold limbs to the greedy dirt there is life yet elsewhere, not here i am undeserving. hollow form snaps under strain, to uproot would be fatal, the ground a hospital bed cover me and keep me safe. a disease in the roots spreads along the tree
o to cut out the dis/ease

jaw clenched, tongue wilted
i cant speak for you, but
i cant collect my thoughts
always focusing on yours

***** out wasted empty words
dripping from your lips
repeat (y)our ******* program
we are redundant

inspiration is stagnant
when everything you need
is never enough
you can just buy some more

grab all you can
crush it with your hands
made into this
not born like it

spend your life
spend your life
not living, but
still alive