Seize the rosebuds... #poem

Here I dwell
Tracksuit-wearing underclasses
Sweet, young smell
Twenty-some, tight-taut asses
No idea of the coming turmoil
The deep, dark holes,
Full of worms and gritty, black soil,
Where you try too hard
And you're left with nothing.
Seize the day,
You were fucking right
Gather ye rosebuds,
Before the night.

Everyday, I get better, and better

It's the rotten-soul smell
Emanating from his lips
Everytime his foul mouth opens.
Words that pound death
Into the listeners' hearts
Through their open, hopeful ears.
Gradually, their souls die too.
Until there's nothing, of life, left.

My country?
Where is my country?
As the man around the corner,
Who took the Falklands for "us"
Clots in a wet-bed,
From bacon-induced madlove.
Time to go.
And nobody cares.

Don't hold my hand,
I'm dying, I can't feel you.
The last thing you'll remember,
The coldness of death.
Because everybody is alone.
We all exist,
Suspended by relationships,

Ready for use.

Life, leaving my limbs,
Returns to my centre,
Then it's time,
And it's gone.
Watch me.
I love you.
I'm leaving.
I've gone.