**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...

There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...

We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...

Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...

Let’s go grab coffee
and I can savor your heroic ego...

I need to dig deep /
My Conscious won't speak...

Shifting the ailing Earth
Roots sift the dirt deep...

I just want to disappear /
Can't stand the world...

So sore I
can't handle a toothache...