sylviasearcher

Stench

 

 

I miss hope
As my feet sink
In muds
And I embrace
The empty still

Is here so bad?
The birds still sing
The sun rises
And the night rests
Good enough?

After all
I am the conjurer
Of dark
And unrest
Born bad?

Unworthy
Nothing
Rotten
Rank
Rabid

Made my bed
Made my fucking bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

I miss hope
Hope was not for me