my inability to feel
plagues me
defective
the endless lies i live
the conversations in my head
they encircle me
please don't take it personally
i grow colder with each passing day
as quickly as love turns to hate
as quickly as hunter turns to prey
meaningless, empty words
meaningless, empty eyes
crying void
trying to expel
someone else to give me meaning?
no, i'd rather not
i'd rather die inside a hollow life
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
i stole the man in the moon
and now i keep him in my room
i hop into my portable radio at night
and i switch the channels
when I get a fright
outside the schools of silver coin fish,
outside, the turtle, who
for a shell, stole a gold dish
yes, you may touch me
but that doesn't make me real
this wavering water glass
is between us
in panes i cannot feel
a glint of gold smoke,
flash of a crystal cigarette
shimmered right out of the spot she stood in,
with one sparkling pirouette
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC