Permanently Unfinished
I want to lie down for a while, Forget that I exist,
forget that I am an entity that requires existing to be seen as real
I have long been struggling With little demons
Little white demons that fall off my tounge and wisp into my mouth
They come so casually, so forgettable, so steadily that I forget that I use them
Rolling off and into the void I call truth
Sinking into memory and creating falsification