Can Your Soul Handle the Burn of Humanity


We went out, 
Her & I, 
To get away
From the pointless
Existential reasons 
of heartbeats & time, 
and I lust for suffering,
the justification
of the why?

I ate gel tabs
that made eternity clear 
and the walls
began to slither. 

Pills that run the mind 
accelerate the body,
and deeper nights 
hold the truths 
I will never find.

I’m committed to failure; 
she wants truth, 
my existence 
is a try-hard liar. 

I spin apologies
and parts of us heal... 
it's the sting of her visual burn, 
but it beats unsaid insanity, 
pushing daisies, 
further into a dubious eternity;
every heart simply wants 
the correct fondness about humanity.

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