know.

i am full of destruction and nothing but
even eyes deconstruct this longing
and find
i’m not cut out for
life?
every thought returns, full circle, to the place it was before
back behind diverted eyes
i swim
violently decomposing, my soul
can’t deteriorate if i
stay alive
just as i
can’t find the will to fight it
so i
keep on
waking up.