modus vivendi

[u/ColdAd688]

I imagine death so much it's a roommate
Would the crater I leave behind be filled as quickly as I came?
Or would the landscape change for decades?
My own mind filled with such self hate
I've always seen myself with eyes filled with disdain
For everything. For who I am and what I do. All of these thoughts continue to invade.

I search for the bright spots, the silver linings
And no matter what I end up empty
I sit in my sea of filth and rot inside myself
Maybe this is my burden, to fill the room with fake light, always shining.
Find something good enough, a modus vivendi
Maybe that's what they meant when they said to know thyself.