If only that
The All of us
could finally agree..
once and for all
to never be
creative again.

If only that
I didn’t call
the faceless
horrors
of existence
my beloved
friends.

If only that
the blood
that spilled
from me
could taste
more sweet.

If only that
the many words
I bleed..
were not
as frightening
and disconcerting
to The Chosen Ones
who read.

If only this,
if only that,
is all that I may
claim to have.
If only that a rosy
counterfactual
could bloom
into a gospel
fucking fact.