alone

tonight my mind screams
that is my curse

what do you long for?
what could be worse?

i cannot guarantee
or promise a rhyme

much longer than this
there is no more time

for my mind is now absorbed
in utter adoration of itself

that there is no more room
for anything else

rhythm and rhyme
now fall apart

there is no more room
for anything else

anything of value
just simply melts away

as putrid disarray
fucks with backward rhymes

get into my mind
if you have a desire to see

what dissonance
and disarray means

get out of your happiness
and join the discontent

for we are here
in the lament

no one wants
to mourn alone

none wants
to die

alone