You came to me again last night
Told me exactly what to do
It is as if the universe is taunting
Does veracity exist in this reality?
My teeth are soft and
My belly is worn out.
Smoke fills my lungs.
Weakness takes over;
Too easily strung out to notice
The gaping holes that fill my face.
She is no longer smiling back at me,
This youth has vanished
Grown to a disproportionate level.
But I want to do it anyway.
There is no way to stop it
I am buried way too deep now.
Underground and screaming
The caving sinks through to my spine
I tingle but my abandoned soul
Refuses to face any truth.
Nothing will change until I do,
But trapped within there is an
Impossible cycle of viciousness
That I lay upon my own desire.
I am far from over my Self but
Far away from past indiscretions.