when

when you go leave better than you came.  

and don't look back....  

cause all the good will be gone by then.  

all that's good is gone by now. 

the art of dettachment.

lights off,  

mind on.  

cup full, 

heart empty. 

you don't know what it's like to feel it all or not feel at all.  

... or do you?  

intolerable.

devour my words and fully digest them..... and if you ever spit them back at me, just know that just means you're too weak. does that sit well?

treason

words and hips forever my weapon of choice.  

sinful.

suppress these feelings into non existence..... cause you don't exist to me.... nor that god that you believe in who allows for so much suffering and blood shed. 

we all come from the same place, you say.... 

and perhaps we do..... but, we are all in search of different things ...... 

my enlightment isn't written within the scriptures. and i'm reluctant to ask for forgiveness for my sins, cause i've savored them all... and if they bring me to my damnation, so be it.... i won't repent.  

there's a deeper truth to those lies that you tell me....... to those lies that you tell yourself. 

but i'm not in search of it. i'm not in search for you. and i've already found myself.