I am coerced into loathsome desperation
Unable to elicit a feeling of existence
All because my dreams violently clash with reality
I cannot prevail
I will not survive
I am weak
Failing to hunt down a sufficient supply of motivation
Buried beneath the world of paperbacks
Scrambling to bump into an emotion that will jump start my heart
An adrenaline ****** suffering withdrawal
Tormenting this flaccid ***** in my chest
Please, someone tackle me into relapse
Every attempt to ascend from darkness
Annihilated
With each crash and burn
Extracts the impossible truth
I cannot feel
I do not care
I am dead
Where is the spark that I used to lust for?
Am I Blind or Broken?!
I need to feel
I need to want
I need to prosper
Taunting a pair of keen eyes to electrify my neurons
Demanding a bitten lip to punch a hole in my gut
Slamming bodies against bodies into doorways
Grabbing confidently
Kissing forcefully
Unbuttoning frantically
But...
I can't
Feel
Anything
Love and Lust are one in the same
I can't coddle one without the other