my soul feels
bloated
a corpse
floating in
the stagnation
where wonder
is ground down
leaving a film
across reality
like unbrushed
teeth after
a serious night
of solemn drinking

a constant state
of exhaustion
simmering near
to full break down
as everything falls
to pieces around me
i lose parts of
myself with each
pained step toward
a tomorrow i no
longer recognize
missed conceptions
in misdirections
staggering alone
on interwoven pathways
through dreamthistle
memories kissed by
the flames of hell
a love letter to
lives ruined by lust
in elongated prose
lingering in liminal
spaces between the lost