I wiggle out from under my blanket
And whisper, "are you there?"
When no one answered back
That signals my starting flare.
I Google my desires
And it promptly pulls it up.
My heart is racing fast
And my phone screen all lit up.
Straining and paining
I keep it up right now
My right hand aches a lot
And I wonder why and how.
What is this relaxation,
What is this dark sensation?
Soft and exhausted,
Sore with manipulation.
I draw in a long deep breath
Then slowly let it out
I hate this and I love this
I want to die and shout.
I try not to feel the aftermath
The discomfort and the claim
Of happiness and pleasure
And that it's all just t
All my life I've always hidden
what I really am,
for what I really stand,
And the diseases that I am ridden
Every night to lie in bed
crying, trying to think
dying, dancing on the brink
of the realms of the living, and the dead.
Love is hate, and hate is mercy
condemnation is a blessing
and prosperity is enstressing
kindness depends on what anger sees.
Gunshots ringing in my skull
killing in only spite
channeling all my might
falling asleep too the bloody lull
Figures dancing across my sight
ignorantly brandishing murder
wicked takers, soul herders
haughty brawlers in a never-ending fight.
Secrets swirl around my feet
forming acrimonious