You know it's over when the tides go out from under you
and the world seems frozen in a crystalline form.
When you look into the mirror and don't want to be there any more.
But I'm no quitter.
I'll clench my teeth until my molars crack and I fracture my jaw
into a million splintered pieces,
smiling all the while: blood dripping, warm.
This dissonance is quickly building to a roar.
Some days I wish I could just be an invisible man,
so that everyone would address me as such.
I've lost my desire to inspire anything,
or perhaps just my capacity therefore.
Fuck it.
All I need is a pen and a bucket,
with which I may finally sit and collect my thoughts.
If only it were that simple.
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