So it doesn't matter
when I go or come
It's my decision to live until I die
Nothing pleases
My thought seizes
You're the cause
and the result
I am carved
and mutilated
But you trip on your words
The ones that come from the spot you stand on
Without intention of truth
Have my pores embrace every word you say
Soaking into my soul
Making the most of this eternal chase
I hate everything that was ever something
Anything with meaning means nothing to me
I don't want any of this
And though it was not my decision
I am held responsible
What do you do when the one who holds you drops you
My time in this small room is close to an end
Maybe a year or so
And then my parents, the earth and the sun, will take care of me
Or take care from me
Flesh hitting wood that divides us
The door is the messenger
Now I know of the presence on the other side
I'd like to think I could enjoy the next moment
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