• thechosenpessimist 13w

    Condolences

    My condolences to my fears, wretched wolves that bit into me incessantly
    I will not mourn them.

    My condolences to my half-dreams, unreached, defying their deserved deaths
    I will incinerate them.

    My condolences to my loves, lost, undeserved, those whirlwinds of mad desire
    I will suffer them.

    My condolences to my passions, those soulful incandescent flames that rage
    I will smother them.

    My condolences to my vices, deep, dark and ominous, instrumentations of my undoing
    I will escape them.

    My condolences to my emotions, insufferable, verily woeful things,
    I will bury them.

    My condolences to my personalities, the duplicitous figures that lurk beyond the headlights
    I will illuminate them.

    My condolences to my delusions -grandiose, phantasmagoric, chimerical after a fashion
    I will reject them.

    My condolences to my condolences, my condolences to me.

    ©thechosenpessimist