Bleeding the corpse

[xblack_lodgex]

It's weird how my state of mind can change so easily,
as if a gust of life blows by
and I am spun around in a completely different direction
As attached as I get to things,
I never trust myself to stay that way

because I know that nothing here last forever
and that knowledge decays the strongest of structures in my life
nobody, nothing - is safe from me
I will pick it apart until I find the element of death in it
it's in there somewhere.

I felt it sever tonight, I encouraged it
and then I sat there and watched it bleed to death
and what about tomorrow?
Maybe I shouldn't have let it die tonight,
knowing that I would have to carry around a corpse for a night
it's heavy and soggy...dead and lifeless, smelly.

Now I have a few hours to decide if I want to give it a funeral
or quietly leave it to rot in the corner.

I'm sorry I really had no choice...