M E R E N E V E R

Bitter choking
Aching
The stench of memories
It seems to crawl and reach
Of its own free will
It's something insanely describable
Exactly how you say
But who could ever believe
The taste of colors on the back of your tongue
In your sinuses
And just behind your eyes
It's literally like getting kicked
Directly in the back of the face
Screaming
Throbbing
It's the ceaseless repeatative narrative
Of life lost
Of life lived
Of trust and love and joy and pain
Pain
I would doubt you
But then I would doubt myself
So sick and tired of nameless faces
Voices
I'm not sure anymore
Did I just make them up?
Ghosts
Jealousy
And loneliness
There's nothing to fear but the world itself
Useless memories
Anvils in my head to weight down my fingers
Ignorance has its own excuse
I detest impatience
Wasted potential
You're a giant pile of work ethics
If only