You should be ashamed

A lifetime,

vomited up,

partially digested & unlike it was going in.

Forgetting why most of it accumulated,

a vapid puddle at my feet.

How did I let it go this far, get this bad.

It needed purging, like unbaptized babies.

My soul is toting around a corpse, now, more than ever.

Every moment before now is wasted.

Which is fine when you eat your feelings.

(Note: This isn't very cohesive, but I'm in a fuckall mood.)