When Renunciation isn’t Enough

my last breath will pass without mentioning your name

Those experiences we had were nothing but a folie duex, misfiring neurons in tandem

(waking from a dream of plenty to a broken reality)

That first inhalation that brought me out of this body, out of this life has been replaced by the knowledge that nothing will fire my senses again

Every day a grey reminder that one pays for staring into the sun…

(unfinished)