Dissolution

Desires are springing forth The shock of resentment A weight is running down my veins The one that revels against gravity I am my own pollution and the curse of my thoughts Forced to leave something behind Attention always seeks a target as there is no gain No more substance neither The cors of blood I might be empty dissolved and left from my absence poisoned of my own breath Harmful and shaped washed away to nothing Left neither the core of dream No more substance neither The core of blood