paltry life

a poem based on mysterious

chasing my own shadow

like a lunatic

feeling empty like a

rejected can

looking through my reflection

i see an imposter

half life victim of beriberi

''please'' wake me up.

 

 

yupping migraines

compulsive musterbation

catastrophic as massacre

faith fades,

the things we do for love.

 

 

love is not a metaphor

but love is expressed through metaphors

not even desiring king arthur`s sword

but to cuddle with that sort.

scruppling about life

becouse one will be one

but is it worth it though?