?

and here i lay.
sit.
and stew.

completely devoid of inspiration
passion.
feeling.


i am the hollow ghost of a once great medicine man.
shaman..
..devil.


it's night.
and i struggle with this.

i can taste the aftermath of greatness in my
saliva..

can feel the sweat greed debauchery and sin wash away from my skin.




what's happened to me?

have i become civilized?








f**k you poppycock b***h.
of course not.

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

Love this!
The last two lines are amazing. The rest is hauntingly beautiful, a thought of self, a pondering of the present that ends on a completely different tone, which rarely works, but in this it totally did.
Awesome job. c:

-Coral-

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

fully engaged~ quick grab of the psyche~ along for the ride~