what’s the use of
fighting my death when I can simply
be with its cousin
and just…

dream.

what’s the use of
fighting my death when I can simply
be with its cousin
and just…

sleep.

what’s the use of
of fighting my death when all
is a mirage and
I am just…

slowly losing it
to it, grip

loosening

what’s the use of
retaliating against battles,
whose war zones,
are engraved inside the golden
tomb of your heart

what’s the use of
of fighting my death when
all that it is,
is a tortuous state
of prolonged
lust.

just because your
unloving
makes misery
of me.

and I hate the fact
every time it hits hard
and,
I think loving you
was…

last.

what’s the use of
fighting our death when we can both
be at peace.