Flakes

It's not poisonous, it's uplifting
What am I doing here
The silences are making the guilt stay
If you are here for that reason,
I don't think now is a good time
What's wrong time and time again
The forlorn passages that scribe pillars of malt

Ah, Christ, I don't even know anymore.
I feel so self-defeated, and it really gets to me
I want to experience something right now
Anything, really
Something worthy of devotion
I'm just about to let loose the floodgates
And say, fuck it all.