a sirenic void
entrance to detachment

what is there to replace?
when all there is has always been

out the bin with regrettable sin
the walls of boundaries are thin

when all comes to an end
where the **** do I begin?

sashayed into a doom
the corner of my room

a lesson learned with grace
a healthy bitter taste


******* ****


my time I cannot waste
I put the flower on a pedestal and not a vase


sometimes wasted times wasted feeling numb below my waist

copy paste erase **** I rather not face

what's the point?

My eyes drift up when I try to remember

if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be on this ******

I wish i was sober from sadness

but I can’t stay away from the drugs and our last kiss

I can’t be mad

you were the best high I’ve ever had