10.22
destitution
americanized plotting
blotting out the sun
amending impossible forgiveness
lost and yet always found
finding the ways of myself
though never changing the bedsheets
i sleep under the bed
where the dirt will comfort my head sinking
attempts at chewing reality
but only finding toothless decay
there has to be another way
cliche and depressed
i waste the breath in my chest
debating the nonsense
the contents of these statements
the bless-ed thoughts we take for granted
turn to shit when you digest them
contemplating all i’ve thought
all i’ve bought with this wish for the betterment of time
all i’ve fought for
worn down and beaten
weakened in theory
strengthened in practice
i’ve lost all my tactics
tactless and immaculate
my follies rolling down this hill
this muddy hill wet with purpose
driving my own hearse
these words terse
flowing out my head
better left for dead
not nearly enough tears have been shed
accountable for only the bank statements
made dry
shy children peeking their heads around
my tainted abilities shrill and filthy
winding my way into squaredom
bored into circular logic
passtime in no time
white wine and vomit