My life is drifting into space and running out of time

My mind’s the gutter echoing with remnants of the grime

That I inject into myself with my means of ejection

It’s dejected self-rejection, but I need no correction

Now 18: in between nothing and nothingness

Shattered vision, frozen hands, a stiff, numbing caress

Night owls paint graphite underneath my sunken eyes

While flocks of mourning doves whistle my voiceless, plaintive cries

 

Unified in vacant passion pouring from my pores

But peeling back the layers only shows an empty core

I break down all the barriers with edges of my shield

My rainbowed wings protect an essence that was never real

I philosophize, hypostatize a human known as James

Every facet’s facetious and in want of different names

I’m an heir of Heraclitus, my fortune made on bluffing

Every single experience I have amounts to nothing

 

I’m softer than a baby’s blanket tattered, worn, and torn

Even gentler than a tissue with snot and tears adorned

A vampire of nostalgia, I’ll drain you of your sorrow

Just so I can watch as you throw me away tomorrow

Gliding silently in shaded, shrouded, spectral aura

Standing wistfully among salt pillars of Gomorrah

My soul has fled, projected onto what I love the most

As I receive communion with the holy Lord of ghosts

 

Disenchanted, wish ungranted; this supplanter’s been supplanted

Effemination’s desolation: Heaven’s rite recanted

Ever awake, I dream of a future now remembered

Before a bastard birth in ‘96, 10th of December

 

My sole confession: possessed by obsession

Transmigrating into realms of regression

I’m the distant lightning overwhelmed by booming thunder

And I can tell that I can help dispel the spell you’re under