the measure of belief

misadventures
terminally commited to
this
as velocity increases
and mass transcends itself and is energy

quietly awake
lying
wishing i wasn't

the sweat ruins another sheet
and i'm running out of fresh ones
though i don't much remember my dreams
i'm close to sure that this is better than those
but all that means is a lesser of two evils

shedding skin
shackle free
inhibitions/wind

venereal diseases
it's only just begun to sting

this cantankerous breath
this bull-headed reliance on ire
this vacant stare
these lies that belie
everything i'm not