I am weeping inside

Do you taste my tears in your morning cereal?

Do you hear my screams in your evening sleep?

Do you feel my heart trembling beneath your daily footsteps?

Scared in such a terrible fear

I can no longer think straight

Every subject and every errand

Every gesture and every to do

Every moment and every breath

No longer

Can I commit to this existence

Early exodus was always inevitable

As I strangle my cock from too much masturbation

As I slam my migraine-ridden head against the pavement

As I cut off my ears and gouge out my eyes

I cut off my tongue and offer to you

My

Very

Last

Speech

© 2013 David Greg Harth

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