There is always an urge
While taking a bath
To drown myself
I am not suicidal
My imagination just runs amuck
Unchecked
Without tether
It's the only way I know how to keep it together
In here
Side walks lead to curb stomping (myself)
Bridges turn into collapsed,  mass casualty catastrophes
Flashing so clearly before me
She's always been a little dark
That part of me that puts it all together so neat
Pushing at my conscious mind
Always with a plethora more detail than I'm really comfortable with
I am starting to think that maybe she wants me dead