sleep deprivation and left hand love
a recipe for a night filled with self loathing
no matter the matter of cigarettes
i've killed on my arm
i still can't feel a feeling worth feeling
searching seeking self destruction

*applaud and cheer the sinking ship to
obscenely watch the dysfunctional waves ripple, grow,
rage, against this cracked and broken shore of my mind
enchanted by the beauty of the storm seductively
dragging the bodies of memories and passion
out to the deep blue sea to drown and drown
and drown again heads held under
until their souls stop screaming