four point five

is it worth it, to try

when they look in

your eyes

staring straight ahead

never planning for future

motives of the undead

saving $ for your sutures

is it worth it, to struggle

to finally have the time 

give a death rattle 

instead of a war cry

breath lines into a page

making it, getting by

bones so cold, body so swollen

are you sure you're not a corpse? 

tripping out his last moments

a slideshow, a montage 

of all youve ever done (its not a lot)

yr family yr friends and yr loved ones (not many left)

are you sure?

are you sure, that this will be your end?

juvenile extermination

have i ever (never) grown past that?

sitting in the stairwell

hiding under bleachers

behind burning buildings, and metaphorically crashed cars 

i found bugs and those who loved

myself, alone, in the dirt

an EXoskeletal INtrovert 

buzzing headphones, sweat down my back

losing my grip (am i a hack?)

failing scores, and tailing-doves

i who love, dishonest hugs

a lightbulb in a dryer drum

the beetles all begin to hum

thrumming from inside my skull

millipedes _____ feeling full

lightning never striking twice

its struck three times all my life

(luck for the unlucky is a comedy)

 

not here

flowing mercurial

surrounded in the sky

my heart falls onto the path

ignorant passersby 

see you over the oceans seperation

local love and, local anesthesia

fallout rain, and kisses soft

touch me, hold their flames aloft

butane burning, scorching smell

oh, by god, youre just as well

killed a ghost, killed a future

pale dull skin, the ladder of veins 

the latter of it, invisibly scarred

i drop to the floor, and search for my heart

but she is not there

SHES NOT THERE ANYMORE

faded to dust, killed as i must've

forgotten her somewhere, and left her alone

wanting for something, but i'll always know

that the inside of me, IT WAS NEVER HER HOME

underwater

everyone i know, 

is moving up in life

incessantly bored

giving me strife

years, careers 

degrees, no fleas

i itch at my skin

and it begs me to bleed

a foot hangs off my bed 

a foot in the grave

im not getting anywhere 

by just staying safe

fish in the water 

so quick and so clean

an eel, in the darkness 

that's more like me