"memories" aka blank spaces

and and and it refuses to end;
a slight bend, could lend.

there's something unappatizing about it all;
might be in this vodka breathe, a blank space;
this haze delivers, another kind of daze.
it echoes empty; your pure mind,
driven blank, through this prank;
in here it's all dank.
this bathtub is filled to the brim
with god knows what, this bathroom dim
drowning slow, beneath the surface
a wall, refusing to collapse.

i'm all alone

this disgustion is not drawn out of purity;
self hatred does not care, it leaves you bare.
with nothing left to share
but the flesh you left; these, my knees,
carefully scraped up; an art.
physical manifestations, light penetrations;
and you'd sell yourself for unlonliness.
this is your hell, your god given shell.

and it's made worse .
..
you'll bash in your head
mourning next; be sure you're dead.
like veins filled with lead;
all the tears they would shed.
all the tears you will shed.