Death Erection

Sun rises
Alone again
Another night in the shack
Counting spiders
Eating ants
This life is slow death
I am a ghost haunting my own house
Killing myself from the inside out
Waiting on the call that will never come
The solace in your voice when I’m reminded of home
Thoughts drift back to those anguished days
Bitter words
Broken strength
As I try to forget every contour of your face
Killing myself below your tower of gold
Building a ladder of blood and bone
Filling my lungs as I open the wound
And let spill the floods of you
Hold me as I slit my throat and bleed you out across a grey sky
As it fills and spills over every pavement crack we walked on as kids
Please, my heart
Come back