I miss this parting wish
these carnal desires will see me expire
inseperately stained from this foul game
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain,
growing rage for making me play
with these machinations inside my brain,
artificial aspirations alienate the cause
and effect, misdirect these things we call laws
it's so flawed, I can't move on
I'm weighed down by noiseless sound,
of no one else around,
can't let that put us down
the drumming want to take a jaunt,
to run away with no embrace
can't look back or face regret
still managing to get upset
bereft of those I truly wept,
but on I crept, each lowley step
a constant pace and rhythmic breath,
unruly unrest, unconsciousness,
what does it mean do I exist
or just subsist on this planet,
trapped in my orbital plane,
fighting flames of growing disdain,
this dark domain will surely wane
but not without closing its veins
refrain from pulling the trigger
that figures, it doesn't help you
or me so I think I'll reconsider
trying to see this whole play through
Copyright © Ash Miller | Year Posted 2024
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