Immense Inspiration
Is it anger that inspires you?
Inspires you to persist your physical strength,
to battle until the color of weakness is titled upon your knuckles
and then your face.
You face the coldest oxygen swimming across your eyes
and then they’re dry.
Thirsty for the sight you once imaged would be sweet.
That moment when freedom and suffering would one day meet.
Its when you realize that pain isn’t inspiring enough,
is when you rip apart the forces that are keeping you up.
Pleasure plays a role,
calls your name,
and draws you in.
Into the deepest meaning of a moral sin.
Flesh curled
Sauces
Spelling
DEAD.
Dead to the world where the consequences are unsaid.