I am tethered to my impulse
Sever my tongue
For every time I utter my hopeless laments
I taunt myself further past your archetype of mind
Greater failure clots within the fibers of cotton and blood at the seams
Cowering with fear that I'll never amount to a fucking thing
Atrophy ingests my weakened blueprint
A life of waste
Cursed to diminish glimmers of confidence through evil faced
Obscured by fragility
Wandering into moments I can't take back
Justifying procrastination just to ease my aimless head
Cowering in fear that I have wasted too much breath
Screaming all my entitlements until my skin turns red
My voice trembles at the thought of growing old
Improvising motions based off memories of you
But I would rather drink myself to death
Than feel ashamed
Of losing all the time I had
To live up to your name
Hiding in wait for nothing
Falling into a trance
Threading needle through my eyelids so that I can witness
Everything around me falling out of place
Just watch it burn