i can’t help myself, trust me i have tried.
i know you need a specific medium but my resources are tired.
the silence is bliss where ignorance lived but vacated long ago
the residence is evidently past tense.
i am furthering my feels into the muscles
the skin is too tight i have to hustle
the breathes are deeper after
i take them slowly and mindful always acting faster
trying to slow down
this pace i am taking is of a greyhound
on the hunt for something, the kill of anything
the blood in the beard the sex on the sheets
i have to ask my maker a few questions when we meet
i am patient as i am anxious both are evident in my cheeks
i wait for no one so for these answers, ill remain the same
before i wait too long i must leave.