You just kept on committing suicide in others.
Me included.
Grafted yourself in my insides,
somehow.
Hung yourself from every organ,
every vein, every nerve.
Empty corners you filled with screams,
curses, cries, whispers.

Oh, what a breathtaking sight.
Oh, how despicable it all is.
Oh, how meaning/ful/less you are now.

What have you become?
I'm genuniely asking.
"Please answer me"
I screamed, with a futile undertone in my voice.

Alas, I will burn the veil and don the broken,
weathered, yellow sign.
And I will do so, valiantly.
Until my eventual demise.
For fragility is absolute,
and I will spend,
and eternity in a minute.
As all my vices
Erupt.


© pissprophet