Hold me under the threshold

Of the festering wound

The grows between us

All infected chasms

Blend into a single wound

This is what we are

A flaccid, pathetic mess

Fed on sterility and the promise

Of a better future

I held my breath

And I am a fucking ghost

Wrecked

I am held under and doomed to live

Off the shit in this trough

Trash that grows between us

Out of a single wound

This is what we are