I am a song

I am a breath between words,
an exclamation
only lasting for a few heavy moments.

I am what I've become


back into a corner

playing footsie with the antithesis of success

lopsided smile

all the way down

There's a kind of lightness to these days,

lost in addictions,

comfort in decay.

I am still a creature of habit,

underneath true compassion

lies nothing.

Clutching at straws

banged up knees

faded mind approaching something far away

Loaded up with (this) circuitry

a spinal alien feel