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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...
