Escapism as a form of affection
Even when I close my eyes I can feel my disfigurements emerging
My head is too heavy for sleep
The oozing, the subtle sting, the infinite burning, the bandages; life pours out of my sutures and gaping incisions
My real self is a part of my past
I cannot feel my face
I cannot save myself from my thoughts
I am as much of a ********** as I am a parasite; flesh is the ultimate interloper and my organs are divided into spheres of influence
My body is colonized and turned into the birthplace of my disease
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Escapism as a form of affection
Even when I close my eyes I can feel my disfigurements emerging
My head is too heavy for sleep
The oozing, the subtle sting, the infinite burning, the bandages; life pours out of my sutures and gaping incisions
My real self is a part of my past
I cannot feel my face
I cannot save myself from my thoughts
I am as much of a ********** as I am a parasite; flesh is the ultimate interloper and my organs are divided into spheres of influence
My body is colonized and turned into the birthplace of my disease
