void. the void is so profound.
the white-hot, searing pain has subsided.
still, i can't seem to sew my rotting chest up.
my ribs protrude and my heart is bared,
love is blind, they chant. i think everyone else is.
nicotine and ethanol, lust and gluttony.
nothing seems to make me whole again.
my lungs breathe in scorching contamination,
my brain lingers on scorched heaven.