trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f

d y i n g
seems like
the greatest
perhaps, the
eventual epitome
of the finest
taste of ecstacy,
if you'd be
allocated
this slice
of heaven
with
m e

let me out
of this *******
cage so
my fingernails
can dig beneath your
soft supple skin
and destroy your
i n n o c e n ce

you have the
  *k e y

rip these skins  
  glued upon
    my pale,
paled  w r i s t s
    lined
    with trains of
    dried-up
    closed self-
inflicted  w o u n d s
    and smother
    me in air of
pretty  p h r a s e s
     that depict
     life and
t r a g e d y

This does not hurt
as much as I had
thought it would.
Although you ran
a bulldozer over
my midsection, I am
somehow still breathing,
somehow still getting up
and moving, because
what else can I do
except go on?