rough…

 

lines feathered and muted

rough art inside me anymore

uncertainty blankets my heart

I don’t really fucking care anymore (I try to convince myself)

running sounds sane

yet I won’t escape

I’ve tried to exhale

waiting to be delivered from

every thought and feeling…

yes

no

I feel

I don’t

I don’t fucking care (silence is convincing me)

leave

love

lie

wtf ever

 

 

 

 

 

a killing kind…

every word dissolves
leaving an empty page
substance starved of clarity 
lacking and uninspired 
no forms 
no signature
to derive pleasure
wind is the result
of failing wings
and silence 
is an oxymoron
you are just 
one more murderer 
injected into my blood