Once more I realize, it never ends.
Useless Lament Insomniac fit on a bed of dead insects Fuzzy, interlocked alien bodies Smashed and discolored From the apex of my nightly fall, All curld up bugs resemble Tear-stained, runny mascara blotches You left on matted faux-fur An abused stuffed animal held close to shattering ribs Once my gift to you Now battered and stitched back up As a pitiful vessel for our radical, sudden division For punishing weeping For cries out to neglecting mothers, I’ll never be able to forget. Each fabric a volatile remainder Unnerving events of your frail grip on me Wilfully waning And the blackened avalanche of your words In the eternal process of burying my mind In a targeted collapse of my sense of self And in my resulting frozen, directionless devotion Undying And painfully futile. You can never know, You simply wouldn’t allow yourself Anyway. You left me In that black-mold populated flat My corpse ...