Assassinated Nerves

she slouches in the bed

empty bottle lay drained on its side

he’s tired


and waiting, as if time never existed

and was sure to expire

all at once

she’s not sleeping, hardly dreaming

just wondering, because if

his life never existed

would the world be better?

he picks up his phone, and stares in silence

the death and torture, crying and culture

of abuse and intolerance

have I helped? have I enabled

so lost on the road of loneliness

buried deep in the recesses

willful isolation allows a watchful eye

of imperfect boys with perfect lives

he can’t ever be one of them

but the world they leave is his to clean

why is life such a maze

a mystery

and a masterclass in assassination

of feelings you didn’t even know

could exist

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