Vitality

I'll rip me out of me.

I'll push me through my intrinsically

Favored orifice I have no choice but to love

Using the neglegent hands of despondency

I'll feel good for five f*****g seconds.

I'll loosen the hands of a forgotten her around my heart and breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe in a competence I can't otherwise inhale

In that short moment.

I'll love me because there's strength in the

Large amount of endorphins suggesting I do so.

 

I'll cry inside of me.

Running tears down my spine, squeeking silently like

It were bliss trickling down back to

That drained shot glass

That gets me drunk off myself.

 

This is vitality.