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