Don't even bother..
Maggots fed the hollows in my heart,
writhing to the strumming acoustics
that resonate from your melody. Bereft
of those late nights, those drunk second-rate
nights, I grapple for the darkness within.
I feel tears slopped up by the parasites,
they seep and surge and every feeling is purged
as they sink through layers of my skin.
Misery mudpie smears my lips. Gutting myself,
I make my meal on tape worms and sick
wishes to get out of this place. Lessons learned,
scars don't erase.
