…I see my reflection…do you?...

Too long apart
So that all ways
of reparation
are forgotten.
lost
like me.
and I fear the day
you notice
my transparent tendencies
my falsehood
and lack of authenticity.
I fear the day
You realize
I’m not enough
To any side
Judged by both
And found:
unworthy
WORTHLESS
...and I am no one to you.

Though...
do you mind?
if I linger...
and feed off of you.
My nourishment, my Reason.
Until you
yourself
decide to deny me

...you



...the day draws near
every day spent with Deaths cold breath...
...chilling my neck
Creating Goosebumps
all over my fading carcass.

Just promise me that you’ll feed me to the vultures
at my disposal
they look so starved.


And when the last bit of hope

Vanishes.
My fighting for ratification
will end.
That’s the last drop wasted
By me.


...and then you leave as if I wasn’t there.