The Engine Collapses Eventually,

I hate everything
Nearly everyone.
What is left for the promise?
I just want to be done.

I can’t imagine anything
That would make these days
Worth the tears I’ve shed
Or the bitter haze

Of human interaction.

Father God,

Forgive the myopic faithlessness
And curses I’ve spoken.
I can’t imagine a way
To restore what is broken,

And I don’t want to give anyone
The satisfaction

Ever again.

Let the murderers live in their own sin

Until the blood they drink, they drowned in.

I just want to leave here,
But there’s nowhere to go
Where some echo of their bloodlust
Isn’t sure to follow.