Unplugged

Again

I reject my skin

The abyss

Of deepness

Dwelling within

If only the facade of guilt

Didn’t cling so desperately

Like the cloying odor of death to the dreams I once had

Sometimes new ones can rise to take their place

But it’s kind of like chicken missing from my plate

Disrespectful

Not satiated

Unfulfilled

It will always be unplugged.