i am a maggot

many a late hour i cried for help.
when help arrived,
i screamed for it to leave.
there are lost verses to my childhood song.
adolescent years filled with a desperate wish to die.
as an adult i have been permanently intoxicated.
i am a maggot
leaving a slimy trail behind.
i move slow,
but the days move slower.
at thirty two, i feel old.
and i know now that if you try to fight time,
time will always win.
all i want is to be with the people i love,
all i want is to be alone.
in me is a deep-rooted contempt for wellness.
so is the nature of my illness.
it's an irrational fear,
but fear is fear - rational or not.
those glowing faces
with their yoga-mats and organic food.
those born again religious fanatics
with their scripture and judgement.
all this caring for life,
this want to live forever,
a strive for heaven.
well rounded, caring bastards.
get away from me with your talk!
secretly i want the world to go down in a global-warming, nuclear-blasting, balls out, fornicating, drug and alcohol induced coma inferno.
in me is a deep-rooted hate for most people.