dark past knocking on my soul yet again.
using battering ram. conscience. rotten.
two more cups of it.
sure, try the powdered instant truth.
no tomorrow so no use worrying about reputation.
ugh. now it tastes even worse.
can not stop now.
no such thing needed.
because then the dark past wins.
i imagine giant vultures pecking
and hacking till all is gone.
let the worms and ants
and other insects clean the bones.
till they shine.