I accelerated my joylessness.
Slithering in the pit with poisonous snakes
Indulging in turbulence and apathy.
Tasted the lips of women whom I found beautiful.
Enthralled the men that would light a fuse to my soul.
Rubbed white lies on my gums, devoured magic
Polluted my insides with liquor and ecstasy waves.
Sinking into quicksand, watching devils tumble shamelessly.
I left my rebel makers, my deviant tribe.
We were going in two different directions.
I couldn’t face them anymore.
I was spiritually bankrupt.