i have some eternal longing.
questions for nature
thankful for the hydra that is
a question.
there has to be no answer.
anguished traversal,
i am weary for this
there is no release
no relief.
no ends to this mean.
besides the
beyond and this line in between
i question why i live
yet the answer lives in death
~~ am i really a monster?
these arms sewn by sewer stunk sinue
soaked by one's false sense of savant
these eyes flit to blue and brown,
from
pointed to round,
ears stiffened yet drowned
who hears strangers say hes the
talk of the town
all of it tends to incredulous noun .
a seed of some doubt,
covered in honey,
placed as my heart.
i only wish that i and it, drift apart
because when i rest
i try to take my legs off;
one at a time, i hope it hurts
rip off my face;
as thin as it may be
snap myself out of my craze;
you know you cant dream
lift the ball-chain of my soul;
and place it on your chest
and die to live some other day:
because you cant love to my own behest
i dont know if its good to try to do better; or only one's best
Tw: mental health
