Like a serpent
it tears through me;
Conducting
my body in turns
and twists, as it pleases,
as the warmth pools in pits
in my stomach, my gut
tells me to *****.
I feel detached.
Forever lost in a void,
the empty space of a thought
that I truly am alone. "Help!"
I yell, over and over and over
like a damsel in distress.
I am too tall, too dull.
my body is too far
for me to reach and grip
and curl up and pity
who I used to be
and who will I become,
after the blue light of my phone
dies down and falls
down through the sewer hole
in London Soho.
And all the while I stand,
unforgiving of the past,
erasing my name on documents
but still looking back at Them.
I'm always gonna look back.
I'm never gonna escape Hell.
and while Hell is Paradise
and Paradise is Purgatory,
and the choice is mine,
but I will never be able to decide;
Is it better to die
or to die and keep dying,
until I am reborn and never
seen again by the Neighbours
next door
who last saw me drinking coffee
and reading a poem.
this sort of just happened
