Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Vanity pulls

Despite the agony
My path is straight
My voice is clear
When I stare deeply
Into the black hole
I become drawn in
By my vanity
Telling me that
I matter
But it is a lie
I am drawn by gravity
Confusing me
Breaking too many times
I've lived too few lives
Too little love
Too little hope
My whole life
Has been toxic
Abject depravity
I am not alive
Unliving isn't living
Blood pumps in my body
Colored red
But I am dead
I am a spirit inhabiting
An emptiness
A cavity
Of flesh
And darkness