there is a chronicle to my madness
that begins where promise dies
and journeys through all the decaying life
i've left to suffer underneath my feet
and following is the desperation
the yearn to unstick my shoes from the cement path before me
and go back to the world already destroyed
at my own trembling hands
but it is compounded by a need
to relinquish that life from the weight of my toxication
to quarantine the dwindling fire in optimistic eyes
so they may survive for as long as their lungs can still lift
while i am doomed to continue this consequential quest
to my demise
and now im knee deep in regret
and suffocating on suffering
until i can't force my feet forward
and into the earth below i sink
into a pool of pity
set ablaze in the fuel of faithlessness
raining down from the hell above
until all that's left where i once stood
is a vacancy for another coerced, corrupted soul
to take on their scarred shoulders what I could not
to reach the end and die a death
worthy of losing a life over
while i am forever haunted by my what ifs
doomed to never fully exhale a stable breath again
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A/N: i hate this one. so much.
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poesía[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
