Can Your Soul Handle the Burn of Humanity
We went out,
Her & I,
To get away
From the pointless
Existential reasons
of heartbeats & time,
and I lust for suffering,
the justification
of the why?
I ate gel tabs
that made eternity clear
and the walls
began to slither.
Pills that run the mind
accelerate the body,
and deeper nights
hold the truths
I will never find.
I’m committed to failure;
she wants truth,
my existence
is a try-hard liar.
I spin apologies
and parts of us heal...
it's the sting of her visual burn,
but it beats unsaid insanity,
pushing daisies,
further into a dubious eternity;
every heart simply wants
the correct fondness about humanity.
