Every part of me is giving in.

Calling it a

year, a lifetime.

Saying their goodbyes

I am killing myself right

now. I feel off and wrong

and the conviction that used to

swim in my veins

has been drained.

My muscles lack energy

my brain stimulation

and my soul is all out

of inspiration.

My heart is well, in love,

driving every other part

of me

insane.

My mouth is dry

and not from any wine

but from my mundane way.

I can't think

of anything new to

say.