the sum of my vices

i am the sum

of every drip

that slicks away

from each crevice

in my brain

a single atom

of solitude.

 

i am the sum

of spark and fire

that leaps in time

to chaos ticking

down a timeline

that is doomed.

 

i am the sum

of whispered voices

mingled with screams

in a void

that turns you

inside out

and you drift

between two moons.

Author's Note

i feel as though i have things to say, but i spit out jagged lines that mean nothing.

Reviews

[Eloha]

No this means something, I actually find it exceptionally good.

I find it's the deep questioning of meaningful verse.

I like the conflict in it, it's as if your identity is still expanding and contracting in order to find it's true purpose.