Bemused

One ends- Another begins in my eyes.
Affliction found, infected now. In heart and mind I'm lost to you.
If (only) loitered I, but bothered not. Forgotten our goodbyes.
Our feelings-shared, though barely bared. Forgotten by you too.

Cataclysmic musings now fill our lungs.
Bemused in concluding, that our days are done.

Life's a bitch. Get used to it.

I no longer believe in unconditional love or the concept of sanity. Life is based solely upon conditions and imagination, and that is all it will ever be is a series of the two.

Insanity.

is my new home.