Tattle tale title.

I think if I'm wasting my life.
It's for a good cause.
Even though I dunno.
Exactly what I'm doing.

I'm so poorly articulated that I think.
I'm being obstinate.
In letting go.

Nostalgia haunts me  with all these oh so forgotten.
Temporary.
Pieces of a specific time I was in.
That, I call friends.
Passing sighs.

So many good byes I tried to say to myself.
In these mixed substance nights.
But, I fear.
God still needs to punish me.

But, at least.
There's so much good music these days.
But, I can't get lost in that winsome trill song.
Like I used to.

No murder ballads.
To propitiate me.

I offer this sacrifice to you.
This life I never wanted.