It's in the way that I can't taste.
And how my skin doesn't seem to fit anymore.
I am infatuated.
I am completely seduced by misery.
Of my own design.
Saying goodbyes to the ground my feet have kissed.
I've lost my focus.
I don't know why
I am even here.
The tighter I clench my fist.
The more I lose my grip.