Note: The poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 20th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Deep inside the air of my eyes, the lair of the size comes towards the knives.

Dark caverns and cesspits brimming with hatred and lies.

Cutting deep into my veins severing the arteries of contentment, brimming with newly awakened resentment in the present.

I feel I’m not long for this world at the rate things are proceeding without divine intervention.

The ever present predicament of unending seething rage and grief gnawing away at my conscience to provoke desperation.

Paranoia sets in exhuming the air of time causing the past to become present and the present the past.

Perhaps it was not meant to last.

Perhaps it was not meant to be.

Perhaps…

This is all I’ll ever be.

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