It's here

it's open,

raw

bloody

and dying.

I can hear it rapping at my door

tap

tap

tap....

“Hello?”

And the sound of footsteps

retreating

turning away;

the living joyous does not belong here.

The dead of night

sneaking

quiet...

the air thick and mistaken.

Do you believe in me?




Purity

like hopelessness,

frozen

icy and broken.

Relief like a drug

swollen

unattainable.

Would you sell me my next hit?

I'd sell my soul just to get away.




Breathe...

you have no syllables of life

of wanting

to climb up and fly away.

You have no misgivings of fanatic interludes,

just simple imaginary lusts

perverted and sick in decay;

forceful and corroding.

And won't you save me?




Burn me alive.

Let me feed on the stench of rotting flesh

on the physical pain of masked ache;

a selfish barrier.

Let my body turn into ashes

and the worms feast on my soul,

turn it into mush

waste;

let it seep into the earth

break down.

Let mother nature flash flood the rotten remains...

I'm not alive in here anymore.

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