Bully

I can’t swim in the murky waters Of the dead things inside my skull. If I reached for you, you’d Not take my outstretched and Shaking hand. You sleep with her, I sleep with a cadaver who Was once you. It lies dead and Limp and cold beside me above The sheets that crawl with maggots. You glow like the sky during A yellowing sunset; I fade like The deepest depths of the hell Hole which consumes me and Never has the courtesy to spit Me out of its foul and cavernous Mouth. You love, I hate; I hate this bag of Bone and flesh of mine. My eyes sink into the back of My head where I glimpse all The petrified memories like Photographs I want to set aflame. Flies are feasting upon the wretched stench of my soul; I am a ghoul drenched in past Blood stains and jagged scars. I am too good for you; You are too good for me.