Devour Your Misery

Devour your misery.

Let the things you love consume you,

Filling your lungs and pouring out of your sunken rib cage.

Die for your passion like a martyr for his religion.

For what else could satisfy the spirit?

To live without meaning is to not live at all,

A carcass dragging itself,

Day by day,

Night by night.

Rotting in unfulfilled despair.

Find what you love and let it destroy you,

Piece by heart-wrenching piece.

Allow it to take root in all of the most sacred places,

Spreading like fungus through the walls of your chest.

Tearing flesh from aching bone and burning it to ash.

Find what you love and let it consume you.

For it not to die by flame you are to rot in silence.