it's like an ember
consuming my brain since
October. Soon September
will come and his presence
will alight the soothed coals.
it's like a laugh that starts small
but then it fills all the souls
around you because you've lost all
control. You're gasping for air
and your sides hurt, yet
you love it, you don't care
about the pain you've had to have met
to get that feeling.
it's like a disease.
when you find out, you're reeling
but eventually, you're at an odd kind of ease.
You know you can't stop it,
there's nothing you can do
at this point it's the source of all of the ****
in your life. And still, you
can't remember what it's like to
feel normal and you end up not
minding at all. you don't rue
that it will **** you and make you grow cold
before you've gotten to live your life
because despite it all, you pretend you'll grow old
and have a future with no strife.
                                                    M.C.M­