Outcome

Incisions
Too shallow
To remove
What ails me
Lacerations
Too meager
To render
(My) Consciousness

Predisposed
Juxtaposed
Undisclosed
Illness throes
Hindering my
Progression
Stagnancy
Defeats me

Despite my best efforts
This exchange died years ago
So much wasted love and remorse
Spent clinging to the corpse

Rot
I will bury the debt
But I will no longer mourn the dead
In spite of all of this
I surely hope your words meant well more often than not
But either way, I say we let them fucking rot

(Alone in my thoughts)
Worshipping
My sickness
Dependence
On sadness
Brings me nothing
But the same
Consequence
Same outcome

Day by day
Descending
Sinking deep
Down the drain
No heroics
Let me drown