As I'm lying in bed,
Fevered,
In wait,
Burning silhouettes of heat
With my smoldering skin
I wonder how much
Is psychosomatic
And if I'm so convinced I'm
Sick
That fever appeared when
I summoned it
When really I just wanted
So badly
To set aside responsibility
And sleep.
How powerful am I?
Powerful enough to **** myself
With a
Thought.
Thankful for now that all I wish for
Is sleep,
And not death.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
As I'm lying in bed,
Fevered,
In wait,
Burning silhouettes of heat
With my smoldering skin
I wonder how much
Is psychosomatic
And if I'm so convinced I'm
Sick
That fever appeared when
I summoned it
When really I just wanted
So badly
To set aside responsibility
And sleep.
How powerful am I?
Powerful enough to **** myself
With a
Thought.
Thankful for now that all I wish for
Is sleep,
And not death.
