How can I feel the need for pain
when I know for certain the place in my heart
is a massive, destructive hole
- set out for displacement of any strength left.
You've already contacted a weak spirit
and with little success, convinced my eyes
to leave the story-telling blues of sky,
contemplating a more heavier fall.
Like masked words & empty joy
I walk the last drop before my lungs
explode- into ocean's deafening mouth
and I shall be no more....
only a dessicated fruit complex,
struck in incomparable fractions.
