A Bite From Destiny

I take a bite ... I destroy my taste buds and molar teeth. No cares or worries. I welcome the fake relief of pain that's what this is supposed to be Nobody sinks this low in their own self pity. These rocks I hold and chew make mold to my insides. Shatter my teeth and I bleed out my backside. Alone Your prayers are pretty vacant. My eyes like the black blanket of a sky. No worries, bullet holes to soften the score. No pot, plot or feelings of grace and solitude. I'm done with my demons, swimming in a riptide.