17/12/2013

the price of abstinence

I couldn't decide what was worse
drowning or burning alive
I am wedged in a perpetual state of loss
searching for things I had discarded
when their uses had expired
and they had become an affliction
on nights like this when the sky looks half empty 
heartbeats would rise from the waste
the kind you memorise from a lover’s chest
I couldn't decide what was worse
drowning or burning alive
I am wedged in a perpetual state of suicidal losses 
and maybe that’s worse
wanting an ending you yourself had scripted
even if you were hated for it.