Drowning

I sit here, drowning
in self hate and the blank hell of my primitive consciousness,
it seems too late.
I can see only the filth of my life.
Reality is what I make it.
Can I ever honestly accept how I rationalize my life?

So Much More

Living is so uncertain
and hard
but I feel there is 
so much more
purpose
instead of a future so black.
I want
to never be afraid.

Secrets

Nobody thinks about human life,
that we kill people with secrets.
There is no horror,
that is the appalling thing.
The emotional reaction over it
will be infinitely
bored, casual, and complacent.