Undercooked Eggs
My eyes are runny like undercooked egg yolks.
I am vacant like a cheap motel.
God is not here.
He stepped outside and dissolved into the moonlight,
An illusion all along.
This room feels stagnant.
You smelled like beer and
Perspired stale desperation.
It seeped through your pores.
I read your letters alone on my bed
And realize that there is nothing left.
The ghost of ethics haunts me tonight
As I lie awake wondering if humans
Should be allowed to choose their own end.
I thought I was saving your life,
But I think I robbed you of your death.
I am vacant like a cheap motel.
God is not here.
He stepped outside and dissolved into the moonlight,
An illusion all along.
This room feels stagnant.
You smelled like beer and
Perspired stale desperation.
It seeped through your pores.
I read your letters alone on my bed
And realize that there is nothing left.
The ghost of ethics haunts me tonight
As I lie awake wondering if humans
Should be allowed to choose their own end.
I thought I was saving your life,
But I think I robbed you of your death.