the mountains are compelling,
a swirling perpetual
vortex that begs me
"don't leave"
and for a split second
i forget
i am rotting
from the inside out
and i can't tell if it's
the cigarettes or
the scars or
my selfish recklessness
all i do know is
i belong here
where the unrelenting decay
signifies stability and
the unknown plays
the role of the villain
there's a part of me
that wishes i were
the rational one in this
fucked up scenario,
but i want -
no, i need -
to escape and never return
i give into the urges
controlling my life
one last time;
for now, i'll stay.
but not for long.
