continuance

wasted lines and
wasted time
i'm in the process
of remembering to forget
i don't wanna forget
i need to brush up
a pledge of
passion
an oath of
ousting
those innermost
stressors and strains
confinement of mind
unmindful of time
and unconciously
making it rhyme
sort of
alas my point left
back there somewhere
what i'm gettin at
is no more
than the truth of me
needing to fuck and suck
your dismal life
away
so that my pathetic one
seems a bit more
bearable

belief=shit
truth=pain