A soul purge so deep

That no one could be there to hold me in it.

A fire so englufing,
that if anyone had tried they'd have just been burned.
I lose control and only love the ones I have hurt.
How does that work?

The surrounding sounds muffle out as my chest caves in.
The kind of silence you endure as your surroundings completely disappear.

All you can feel is your chest pain burning like a thousand suns about to incinerate you alive.

You fight the urge to become a rage-induced animal
Because the pain is unbearable and no one gives a ****
and even if they do they CAN'T do anything about it.

I have to swallow it all and digest it.
I have to fight to not be overcome by it all.

But what do you do when you feel like your soul
is being filleted alive, soul stripped in all directions,
Bare, and ******* raw now..

The shedded lining burnt to a crisp in tatters across the floor around me and the pieces charred flying through the air.

Another phoenix stage of rising through the ashes
But where the **** does the sky take me?

I have been here before.

There is no where to go.

I give up.

I cut off my new wings.

Human words oversimplify everything that I am inside.

You would think nature would have been enough for us.

The way you can stand on a mountaintop and see a sea of clouds,
with tree tops barely showing their tips, like shark fins above water.

Breathtaking the way it is now,
Imagine what it must have been like for our ancestors.
No greater sights to be seen then.

You would have thought nature would have been enough

because it's definitely enough for me.

I turned my weights

into butterflies

And became so free and light

That I flew right along with them.

As I heard the screeching stop of the garbage truck,

In that moment,

I wished with everything in me
That they could take out
All the trash that's been piling up
Within me for too long.

The smell of the rot
Is becoming unbearable.

For some reason I keep thinking
That love is getting swept up
By a tornado,

But really I should be grateful
For the soft, light breezes
That delicately float between
The tiny hairs on my cheek.

The way it silently bends
In gently moving peace,
And dips down ever softly for a kiss,
Before it slowly leaves.

Take my heart like a tea bag

And steep it in Apathy.

Drink up the dull emotions

Of the day.

The indifference to it all

Warming your belly.

And that's all that you'll feel for a while before returning to
the empty inside;

Just like your dry barren tea cup.