Where Dead Thoughts Die

Dead poetry, lifeless, unimaginative, provactiveless, casualties of my thoughts, corpse bride rhymes, existential confuckery that shouldn't exist, quarterlife-crisis, insomnia riddled, dog water... yup I think I covered it. It's been a while since I've written poetry... So it all probably just plain old sucks.
Ps. I did the artwork for this, not that I'm good at art but I did the thing.