soul cancer

I once thought you did exist.
And with not a reason to disagree.
Why must ignorance relate to bliss?
It looks as though you've made a fool of me.

More than one time and the shame is all mine.
Such willingness to trust in proof that love is blind.
Indifference is a fine line...inconsistence is a flat line.
Inside consideration, when your heart is so unkind.

And on a tether of my own extinction
Severing my only mooring line
Missing pieces of my own incompletion
The worst disaster of my own design

You can't know what it's like to be alone
What wisdom is without understanding
Out of purity is this cancer that has grown
Inactive apoptosis from improper handling.

Cell death. Organ failure. Heart stop.
My spirt felt systemic catastrophe.
Astral carcinoma, hope is for naught.
It all dies along with the last of me.

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