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Jan 2015
Panicked thoughts catch like fish hooks into every inch of my skin;
Tearing, pulling, ripping at my flesh.
Eyes closed, heartbeat quickens,
I sink into sweet exquisite agony.
Rip my body to pieces,
destroy this wretched anatomy which torments me.
Which drives me to the brink of sanity.
Come to me I beg of you delicious senselessness,
Release me from the prison my body has become.
Separate me from this flesh which slave to mortal passions and desires,
Has banished me from the purity of thought and understanding.
Release me from the burden of identity
So that I may float listless in unending and expanding consciousness.
For I want nothing more than to be rid of my โ€œselfโ€ and become lost in my imagination.
Daughter of Avalon
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Daughter of Avalon  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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