LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG

Nothing resonates.
No idea brings enthusiasm and affirmation.
No word stands adequate to my ears.
No image is attractive to my sight.
There is nothing there.
“Vanity of vanities…
All is vanity.”
I suppress the force of my survival instinct, welcoming my suicidal fragile self.
The one who hates me deadly.
“Why do you hate me so much?”, I ask her.
She says that back in the days, I had made a promise to end this pain for good.
So, she keeps bringing the pain back, as a reminder.
“You don’t belong here!”
The mirroring glow of my precious athame has no objection on this.
Immersed in my cancerous flesh, it deepens its reflection till the core of my bended spine.
Ruby waterfalls carry me away to an abyssal whirlpool.
My necrosis gracefully expands, forcing my arteries to bloom inside-out like spring poppies.
Lack of sighs…
Lack of relief…
A void.
My avoidant self is missing.
She is still trapped in a chasm of suffering, lost in the spacetime of the eternal consciousness, cursing me.