the back-breaking chores of my disintegrating mind

scrubbing the tiles
washing the dirt and sins away
from my mind palace floor
the bathroom floor
where the shit and
the toilets and the
garbage cans live
where i stay, forever,
forevermore.

Taking out the trash

Nobody realizes
That the bag is filled with
Nothing but bodies
Bodies of the ones
I butchered and killed
And it also holds my own
Bloodies, cut up corpse
Since I have butchered and killed
Myself

Fluffing up the pillows
(shoving makeup onto my face)
To make them look better
(to make me look better)
And to hide the stains on the couch
(to hide my zits and insecurities)
With their good side facing up
(and my bad side facing down)