I remember being dizzy
As I followed the spiral staircase of life.
I lost my feelings somewhere inbetween the railings
Someplace near the bottom?
Or maybe on the steps?
I used to articulate my sadness
But silently fell numb; empty.
Perpetually avoiding all matter.
I lay here for days wishing I could sleep.
Counting the passage of time, but not really.
I sleep while watching my eyesight fade.
Sometimes I'll ponder the beauty of making red petals.
With knives I'd like to buy.
I dream about the luxury of sharing them with my bathroom.
To show I existed once
But for now I merely exist.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
I remember being dizzy
As I followed the spiral staircase of life.
I lost my feelings somewhere inbetween the railings
Someplace near the bottom?
Or maybe on the steps?
I used to articulate my sadness
But silently fell numb; empty.
Perpetually avoiding all matter.
I lay here for days wishing I could sleep.
Counting the passage of time, but not really.
I sleep while watching my eyesight fade.
Sometimes I'll ponder the beauty of making red petals.
With knives I'd like to buy.
I dream about the luxury of sharing them with my bathroom.
To show I existed once
But for now I merely exist.
