I’d gut every pointless journey
Far before their tender prime
Skewering every unguided footstep
To hopelessly bleed in obscurity

Fixed upon loyal ground
I expand to fullest clarity
Boxed in
Away from desire
The ceaseless bustle
Devoid of rhyme or resolve

Near
Is all I aspire to attain
As the once open void
Narrows with malice

When I’ve bludgeoned all intrigue
Snuffed out my living hunger
Drained the beating remnants of strive
Into a hollow shell
Depleted and immobile

I will have surpassed
My twisted hopes
My bizarre and obscene desire
For a soft and pitiful
Quiet demise