Movement

Waiting for another breakthrough to fill in the colors
I keep waiting for us to love one another
There is so little inside of me, unfortunately aqueous
I could not possibly feel smaller

Worthless pile stuck in my mud
I build a hut from the endless rage
I must stay in the mess I've made
What a grave mistake

Ah, these weakened bones
Ah, what a mysterious tone

It sings so softly in the purple sunset
My form follows it

Watch their movement, there's something untouched in the dirt
Watch my movement, I feel strange and introverted
Watch their movement, there's something awry
Watch my movement, my scabs multiply

I awake in flame

When did I become so useless?
A man on fire stuck in endless ocean
Red as the sun when it rises upon the burnt
Discrete events, infinite influence
Illiterate and mute, frothing at the esophagus
Unsure of the sickness so I I simply retch in acceptance
I'm sure that this limb had some sort of function
Before I decided to rip it off

I awake in flame

Drawing art that appears to have purpose
My heart fragile as an insect
Tears through your skin without mercy, parasitic
Killed through a single intentional movement

Such atrocity, poems overflowing with nonsensical vernacular
Slice up uncultured intestine, fuck your idiotic soul
Sometimes I spread my arms out a little and
Scream like the fortress has been penetrated by the
Meek, feed me your strange resolve
Allow me to live a life not premeditated

Inferno that dilates my eyes with passion flowing into my subconscious
Flammable feelings, vegetable incarnate
Sometimes I imagine that it is all in order in spite of you and
Hate everything that tries to topple my virtuous
Wait in some utilitarian fashion
Though I am aware I am merely extraneous
When did I become so useless?

I awake in flame