19.9.05

Last Minute Slit

To Live is useless, in my case
I see life pass by day by day
Time has no extent to its pace
(pace has no extent to its time)

As it runs through my mind
Quicker than my body
My soul Ages with frustration
In all its sublime
It wrinkles in its decrepity

Thrust here and there
I am as lonely as an empty bottle
In an alley way
Thrown about
Sucked of its goods
"Finger fucked and busted up all at once"

As my soul sing in its Howls
Only silent way to scream pain
Open slits
Blood pours out the tears from my soul

This lowly body
This thing holds me
It's sustaining me from breaking
Out of my cocoon
And preventing me
From flying into that bliss
That I await many human years to get to
One cannot live with so much poison