What a weird sort of ticklish feeling.
I'm buzzing and burning,
Hearing music that doesn't seem to be playing.
The darkness is thick,
There's an almost palpable calm,
Stretching from door to door.
I'm the only restless being,
Unable to sleep,
Unable to breathe,
Unable to extricate myself from misery.

I'm longing,
And resisting,
Wishing maybe I could just disappear,
Or at least that these ruined feelings,
Could be bottled and discarded without fear.

I'm so stuck,
Unbelievably,
On such strange things,
On meaningless thoughts.
On people out of my reach,
And those I'd rather never be able to meet.

I didn't want to lose it to him,
Or anyone, ever, nor again.
It's unexpected,
How fast devious joy found me,
Thought I was hidden so far away.
Naively, I indulged too much, too fast,
Not following the designated path,
I've found the forbidden area,
Poisoned by the foul, hideous, miasma.