the exile of my breathing
delineates the coma of my delight
crestfallen
miss my trust
deathshed
impious kiss, an exhaust fainting
trembling my spirit
spit
smiling in spite of ourselves
goner, i feel, i am gone
fountain of sorrow
pills deaden the agony
but alive how could i still feel
if one day i had felt
i can't remember
i don't care, i never cared
i'm the core
dead core
on the core of exhaustion
tired soul
