†
Bother
Wish I was
too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
Wish I was too dead to
care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
Wish
I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
You don't
need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on…
I'll never live down my deceit
