Im sick of this
Im sick of falling over again and again
And each time seeing the ground melt away beneath my feet
Im sick of the lonely nights and bitter shame that washes over me like sweat
Im sick of the restless sleep drenched in dreams of a selfish nowhere
Im tired
Of trying and failing and losing
Of remembering and falling into despair only for hope
That sweet angel of death
To visit me at my final breath and once again
Inject herself into my pulsing veins
Im
Tired
Two wolves rage inside every one of us
Desperately clawing at fur and skin
Shaking loose chunks of flesh and hot drool and even hotter blood
This cant be all there is
