Complicated feelings
Dredged up from under seas
Brimming with the sharks
Made of my miseries
They begin to smell the blood
Of perhaps happy dreams
Leaving nothing left alive
Within my entire being
Why care when it's plain to see
There's nothing really left to be
Other than a mockery
Curse my wretched negativity
Starved of attention
Heart made of skin and bone
Is there nothing left to heal me
Will this always be the norm
Is there some sustenance
Beyond this love of yours
Vultures pecking at my corpse
Dead from lack of a sure course
Leaving nothing alive
Within my entire being
Why care when it's plain to see
There's nothing really left to be
Other than a mockery
Curse my wretched negativity