BitterSweet

Consumed once again.
By the bitter sweet taste of what was . . .
Once upon a time.
A remembrance of bitter experience
that clashed hungrily with amature atempts. Sweet memories . . .
Of that which once breathed sweet life into the abscess reality.
Of the acid that ate away.
At my innards. . .
At my thourghts. . .
At that which binded me to constricting sensibility.
But it is nomore . . .
But a ripped reality that scars in its constant
ressurrection.
Which renders my mind a broken
record.
And yet pity i not myself.
For remembrance . . .
I must admit,
Nomatter how bitter,
Is sweeter than non-existance .