Statement of intent

I will suffer
this life.

I will take
the Dark days,
and not cry
for the light

I will wade
through the
rejections,
dragging
my existence
in my wake

I will give
my love
to leeches,
watching their
plump bodies
fall to the side

I will breathe in
the stench
of ugliness,
infuse it with
every cell.

This I do,

this I do
for sacrifice
this I do
for deception
this I do
for sex
this I do
for a warm bed
this I do
for the memory of love
this I do

too well.