Stage Two

Day 2

In the youth of my life,

during the unconventional anniversaries of my birth,

I wished I was dead,

and they all clapped

without knowing.

It doesn’t matter if I have my eyes open or closed,

I always see the same darkness,

it seeps

slowly into the rotting floorboards of my heart

and leaks out of the rusted corners of my soul,

scorching the path it creates upon my veins.

I also struggle with the feeling that my life isn’t mine anymore because

my idols are dead and my enemies are in power,

but my feeble heart is having a fine time

slowly beating itself to death.