Every failure bleeds
Down my face,
I’m stuck here licking
The life’s blood
Of my defeat.
Nothing changes
And no one shows up
To save me.
So,
I’ll immolate on these insecurities
While the pressure in my head
Rises to new levels of frustration.
Cast off the castigate
And,
Who needs friends?
I reside in filth,
In bitterness.
In resentment.
I am spite
Struggling to breathe
Under all this water.






