the dream-like ether rests below and waits for a drop of soulful excretion

it seems like it harps on you, now that you’ve noticed.

the angels can’t help anymore, you know this, like a melody,

they drag you to an otherworldly small-town, nothing but smoke and coffee

your body remains in the stagnant worldly rot you’re told to love, but cannot seem to

it’s been arduous since twelve, fatal since thirteen, on and on until twenty-two

repulsion and desire have married to form the perfect bouquet,

an arrangement of seductive cravings — a virile taste for the end

for rejoining, falling into a life you were once ripped from

and have finally started to remember……………………………………….

when they spoke about the possibility of oblivion it never once scared you.

like a restful vision, eyes blur and replicate this place with no senses

nothing to be seen, nothing to hold on to, no last caresses

and everything you seemed to care about is gone, buried beneath white ash,

a dense never-ending wasteland, a passionate resignation,

you were never meant for any of this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,