Death Mimics Life

Desired by none if not myself.

Time spent in ill will and tail in mouth.

as every moment proves worse than the last.

This broken currency enough to repeat forever.

So many mistakes

and with those even more regret.

A claim of ruined flesh is now ruining me. Endlessly.

Yet so many things broken inside and out.

I carry the torch you left behind.

A charred reminder of how this fucking ends.

Eulogy laced with a silver tongue

As rind is ripped from the fruit of life

Boring out a void

And consuming the earth around me.

Until there's no further down to fall.

No success worth sharing

No markers to prove my worth

No words to match the power of yours

Only timeless loss.

Mimicking your misery

Becoming you in death

and knowing when it can end.

All that bound us was illness.

Now it’s only mine to bear.

Forgone is this cycle.

Endless desire to obtain fulfillment

Forgone is the desire to find peace

Within something so subhuman.

I don't seek fortune

Just acceptance from the dead.

Egocentric as dust lining everything

Taking claim to age and time.

Existence lining the corners of a box

Marked for forgiven lies and physical abuse.