decadent act after decadent act
I spoil myself
diversion and uncompromising loyalty
I lie to myself

what might have been done?
what have I become?

that innocent boy used to love eating berries
he used to play with a tiny plastic scooter
he was excited about driving tractors
he read books, drew pictures, played

what's left is just a husk
bound by self-pity and despair
and I embrace my hollowing with a mirthless smile

I plant the seeds of my sorrow in your garden
and I spit on your roses



© pissprophet