Focus

A ranting poem about loves failure.

Focus.

I cant seem to smile for you after
ive tasted your sick desire
slow grey decaying matter
of fact youve been dead for so long
i cant remember the lying eyes
that dont cry anymore cant
seem to hold my souls anymore
that peircing gaze fell to the floor
bottomed out and down for the count
im givin you up and over im out
of time out of will out of steem
myself cant seem to find the
thoughts that made these knees week
in and week out left that sour taste
in my mouth full of radioactive
aftermath of that diseased fall out
of love and into one numb feeling of
blank stares into nothing
matters enough to give me pause to
focus on my flaws and my own perpetrated
disregard to the laws of love
cant exist anymore