I'm changing the script, choking on my thoughts
With a throat full of nothing to say
Making it's way back into my mouth
To offer me something like:

"At least you tried"
Which feels the same as
"Trying isn't good enough"
Slipping away, wanting to swallow it all

Force it to join the damaged goods,
In my stomaching of it all
Killing me the same
Making due with what could have been

Has-beens hung at half mass
Hoping I can clear the way
By warning watchers dying soon
On the other side, of facing pain
Waving goodbye, the voices calling me back home
That decayed the decade's aging
While knowing everything

Feast your eyes upon the well kept mess
That I am, but please.. not here!

This place is waiting in
Like settings i have used to be,
Or interviews with ulterior motives
The script is changing me, facing the way

Ignite a neutral state
I am purely a flask
Containing basic compounds
Irreversibly mixing, reactive

Complying with factors of matter
I am a component of nullity
Indifferent
To the brevity of life

Adhering to a slow aboulia
Forsaking this
Feeling lost
Due to Inactivity

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