Hurtling through time eternal,in spaces infinite,
World a blur,we are but specks of stardust finally
We come unknowing,in a snap leave,continue on
Seeing all, star births to galaxies,born black-holes.
flaying around for meanings,truths and who-am-i-s
Search for loves bad,hates good,higher philosophies,
Believe in religions amorphous,burn and **** for them.
On stoic flies universe,impassive,in indifference cosmic
like my life-snap,watching and Comfortably Numb!

I feel like a severed limb
Like an open wound that will not heal
I bleed
I drain
The life slowly seeps from me
As if my soul leeks from the ****
That you have turned me into

Is it cruel?
Is it wrong?
Than I wanted you to feel the same?
No.

I want you to feel off.
I want you to feel dead and undone
Like me
I want the life to gush out of you
Emptying like a waterfall from a river
Until you run dry
Like I am

Hollowed

Gone

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These scars are my battle wounds
a reward after a long troubled battle with myself
but I won in the end
a symbolic trophy that my struggle is nowhere near over
I am left with the scars
scars where once a crimson red river flowed from them
scars healing over making dams barricading the red monster under them
to feel the sting of the blade in my hands once more
a natural high
the dams don't stand a chance against my new weapon of mass destruction
they will crumble and open at the very touch of the metal to skin
they have to
I have to feel that sensation once again
let the dams break open and the war begin.

Frustrated
Butchering my nails
Counting the split-ends in my hair
Pulling them apart
One-strand-at-a-time
Staring at every scar on my body
Pulling the skin off my wounds
Bemused in exhilerating agony
There has to be an end to this madness
Put some sugar and wait for a house fly
Cover it with your hand
Feel it crawl and buzz, under your skin
Feel it shouting for mercy
Does it tingle, tingle enough, stop, then tingle again
You think it has reached your epitome of frustration
Did that make you feel better about yourself
Stare into space, make sure it is pitch dark
Wait for an epiphany
Tick-tock tick-tock
Take a vase and throw it at the wall-clock
Tick-tock tick-tock
That is the flaw with time travel
Time doesn’t stop
Your presence in the past where you don’t belong will not lead to your present and in turn to the past
Bottom line, you cannot **** with time
Every second you spent frustrated for the lack of time
That every second pointed its finger at you and gave out an evil grin
Can you feel it crawling under your epidermis
Go sit under a tree, with pigeons, those fluffy grey nothings
Let them **** on you, your hair, your branded shirt
When you stink enough pull the trigger, bang!
Watch its neck as it satiates the black and white canvas with red
Does it inspire you
You are lost and struggling and lonely, and frustrated without a thought, that counts
You are probing for purpose you may abhor
Your non-existant muse died as a fetus
You are now limit infinity tending to zero.

You sit and swig one, two, three
because you know he will not be home

You take a drag one, two, three
because he hates it when you smoke

You wait until it is dark, dark, dark
to walk far away from home

You like him but you also like him and him
just in case one lets you down

And when the light shines through the curtain,
onto his worn out chest, you turn to the dark shadow
to pick up the ashtray and the shattered glass

You lift the hood above your head and close your eyes so still
because you know he will be back and you will feel fulfilled.