Scarred Meat

Time is moving so fast again.

New people become ancient friends.

I'm exhausted.


Every burst of energy consumes my life force.

I can feel it leaking.


I feel sad after feeling happiness, and this time is no different.
How funny: i could die just from meeting you again.

I've become used to it.


Happiness dulled down so I can't feel it's sharp blade thrust into my back.
Pieces of scarred meat that are too tough to hack.

It is happening.


I can feel the continuous descent.
My only question is how far down till it all ends?
I'll make it on the news one day, I'm sure...

I'll matter to someone who mattered to me more.


All the while feeling empty.
Full.
Here and not.
With and without.
All that is between A and Z.


Neither the start nor the final glimpse,

true beauty robbed from my eyes.

A gentle sound lost to the wind.

A small burning flame in a pit of darkness.