disposable photos of indispensable memories
and it felt so
empty
life slipping gently
doing plenty of the same shit
endlessly repeated
energy depleted
seeping through the walls of my brain
the self hate procreates
dissipates a feeling of not being
of not seeing
bleeding time by the second
days waste away
i hoped to escape
defects paved my way
the path to better ways
so tough i bluffed my way to new plains
a better state of being than scraping together fabrics of dreams that im seeing
by myself
only acedia waited for me
paitently
tiptoe over crevices below to the precipice of hope
screams echoed over candlelit catacombs
looming into view was the entrance
the aether, the essence