The inconsistency. It pushes you away And ***** you right back The inconsistency is a being It’s alive as it pulses you closer Then farther away And even closer the next. Intoxicating. You forget what normalcy and relevance are You forget the good and begin to hate The fiery negativity floods your veins Your thoughts, your emotions, your intentions Until that hatred is turned on yourself Deep corners of your soul are tainted Gasping for air as the being consumes you, You see the light for a moment And all that is shown is the good Beautiful, joyous moments are breathing Laughing, loving, pulsating again You relax and remember what it’s like to love To be loved. The fear, the hatred, the awfulness disappears. You breath and life comes back. Momentarily, your tattered soul lightens The inconsistency is addicting.