Skin peeled
Rotten soul
Black mist
Smoked eyes, deranged mind.

Sleepless nights, broken dreams.
Meaningless heartbeat
Cut so deep, pus invades me.

Infected mind
Alive but running out of time.
Sleepwalker...
Death creeping up to me,
Lurking...
a shapeless form.

I'm motionless, waiting to be awakened.
Shake my head, tighten your grip...
Life will be the death of me.
Drown me, I desire a breathtaking daydream.

This is heart station calling all limbs, don't panic yet but a fights about to begin, and if you want to survive you better pick the right side or you'll be ejected from the rest of our skin.

This is brain station, what's going on, sensors telling me something gotta be wrong
Wait, there's someone in here
We are not alone said the mind to itself

Crashing through the wall came the heart soldiers sneak assault, capturing the brain and taking control of the body again

Vile was a woman
Or was it bile?
The bit of stomach acid that comes up and burns your throat on its way out when you're vomiting after you've already projected your stomach contents all over for everybody to see, was a woman

I don't think
I lost my mind
I think I
Left it behind
I let go
Purposefully
I gave in
So completely

It usually starts with a stare
Then the water comes
So much all at once
Your next instinct is to run
But instead you drop
And let it come through you like a wave
You grab both sides of your face
Trying to make sure your still in one peace
Then you starting to mumble as you remember
"No"
"I won't be able to handle it"
Like a chant.
Then you start yelling.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Then as you start to calm down
You start thinking again
Then realized that you broke.

And I am tortured by regret,
things I've not done yet.
Thinking this defines me.

And I cannot deny
that I'm terrified
of fading to black.

I used to cherish every doubt--
now unsure in what I've found:
my instability was transparent
and now it's apparent...

And I now keep the lights on,
lay in a cold bath until warm.
My lips, so purple and svelte,
have sealed all I have felt.

And I stay a static transplant,
a homely nomadic infant,
stumbling towards the abyss,
thinking it's what I've missed.

I used to utilize the past,
stretching time, but at last,
the only fire I've consumed
will soon fade to black...

I wasn't trying to melt this heart of iron.
But boy, you made me.

I wasn't looking for love.
But boy, you made me fall.

I wasn't wanting to fall again.
But boy, if you promise to catch me its okay.

I'm no good for you.


So leave me.


I'm never going to change my ways.

☁️

Stuck in the maw
You put yourself in
All this pain you have
Is self inflicted
Stop abusing yourself so much
You're wincing out the Dutch
And being the opposite of clutch
Pain shouldnt constantly be by slapping yourself emotionally and physically
Its the last thing you want from your bucket list