Why Am I Here?

If I am fine

Then why I am here?

Strung up on

The line of my fear

Endless reasons

Not to breathe

I always endure

The pythons squeeze

If I am alright

Then why am I here?

Passed out on the

Broken pier

The pyre angels

Sing for me

Broken, sleeping

Sometimes they scream

Perhaps I am twisted

Though why am I kind?

You say I am poison

A poisonous mind

A toxic concoction

Some wretched possession

Foul smelling, rotten

An echoing question

I think I am faulty

A smoking explosion

Though carefully sculpted

By acid corroded

A tremulous wreck

Dancing on sand

Can’t gain my footing

I choke on the plan

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