fat. trim.

fat and trim,
a house inside a hole.
fair and fluid,
what have you done?.
the living night merely shuts one eye, can we go on to speak taking pain.
is this a dream somehow?, is this breathing everything to muster?
have you so much peace of mind
decaying and balanced in just hate.
just rewards.

the gate of entry, the hermit trap of no exit
hold in between like prison bars.
all is unwell in the ending, how far have you come.
will you be alone as you travel going lost,
will you see no apology
as was of your birth there was truly none.
and he couldn't have it still..

his beating heart

disappointed.
but there's no one else to trust.
every second of time is a snoozing alarm clock.
losing for what he left now, as a path aimed to set for the better.
defeating to such
for only is a must, and it is the only thing left.

to think
be anywhere near now, so much in stance
and cannot be taken back.

I had hope in the unfaith

and I shed off like broken skin

but goddamn,
how fair it is so fat and trim.