Drowning In The Wealth Of Consumed Guilt

Left swallowing the oceans in their tides
This body can only hold as much as the flesh can take.
Slit wrists pissing out in a drip tray,
Draining the bad blood, left draining
Emaciation began within, beneath my shrink wrap skin
As I bash life against the rocks in my whiskey glasses.
Diluting the stream, reducing the inner deity
My soul is left cramped inside wrinkled personality,
I am none more but the strides I wade into.
Dry veins of sentences lead into paragraphs of epitaphs,
Angered at this place, at this human race,
Knuckle dusters cleaning clocks at face values.