prometheus extinguished

1.

this phoenix suffers from flame envy, and a lack of accelerant. this casual oblivion just doesn’t work anymore. neither does sin.

flies are beginning to congregate at my table. it’s the only one totally uncontaminated by food. maybe they can smell the decay I keep hidden within me?

I’m losing days faster than street statistics. rousing is beginning to feel like a parlor trick. and the illusion would be better if I could remember the things worth waking up to. there’s just this jagged line bared along my tongue, separating me from a raw cathartic scream that’s been trapped in my chest for years.

2.

well, you ask where I hid your reason?

I said, “it’s back there. it’s back there, somewhere. but you know you won’t find it with your eyes at slits.” and, “no idle threat, no ounce of sweat…will take my fire away from me.”

now - 

where I once stood, like Prometheus extinguished, is a collection of ash. a monument of former abyss…

but still you ask me, when I’ll return to my duties. hell, my only one is to survive you, (to overcome you.)

3.

so what’s left existing,

when all the silt’s done sifting?

well, I can only hope

and I can merely pray,

that this art will kill me one day.

but the point gets driven, still.

into my marked & tortured shell.

my walls bare the weight of my stares.

see the cracks forming, there.

where they go?

damned if I know.

4.

i'd like to say that i'm ready to forget that which i can't complete, but that would simply play into the hands of the enemy.