Vitriolic Unpassions

connected then dissipated, relationships like smoke rings,

a sad outlook, uncertainty can evoke such things,

a long while, consistently for this time i've showered,

i'd tell you how i really feel, but too tired is this coward,

word abuse, like an acquaintance who claim s/he loves you,

i want to keep fighting it off, but reality shoves through,

i'm tired as hell, my penis hurts and it wasn't worth it,

it never is - yet a heart so big, inside the earth fit,

i'm a messy mess,

from the soul outward to the way i dress,

eyes heavy in their sockets,

life yummy like the lint in pockets,

to bed,

lives, in death they tread...

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