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September 30, 2009
Fading in and out of it
Grasping for the limbs of
over-hanging preconception
Smashing and breaking
and faking my every shard of sanity
DON’T… don’t let them take me
Take me out of this sweet psychosis
Where I am not a constant
WHY? Why, I am just not sure…
Pins and needles sterilized
Poke and prod at every cushion
of social incompatibility
Crushing and breaking and faking
my every bit of sanity
STOP… stop right there!
DON’T… don’t take another step…
RUIN… ruin me until I break
into tiny fragments of
everything I never was…
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