Outcome - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

Incisions

Too shallow

To remove

What ails me

Lacerations

Too meager

To render

(My) Consciousness

Predisposed

Juxtaposed

Undisclosed

Illness throes

Hindering my

Progression

Stagnancy

Defeats me

Despite my best efforts

This exchange died years ago

So much wasted love and remorse

Spent clinging to the corpse

Rot

I will bury the debt

But I will no longer mourn the dead

In spite of all of this

I surely hope your words meant well more often than not

But either way, I say we let them fucking rot

(Alone in my thoughts)

Worshipping

My sickness

Dependence

On sadness

Brings me nothing

But the same

Consequence

Same outcome

Day by day;

Descending

Sinking deep

Down the drain

No heroics

Let me drown