The diary of a fiend

Persephone

Maybe another drink?
Maybe more time to think?
But then there'll be fluid down the sink.
Constant thoughts that consume my body and feet.
Where did I go wrong?
I play these nervous songs just pretending I'm barely hanging on.
But I hung in.
Persephone kept me high.
Through the bottle and the pills.
She was there feeding it into my lines.
Track marks are all that are left.
"You missed a spot."
She says, moving her golden hair away
To reveal a sign.
"I need to wake up don't I dear?"
A giggle.
"Only a little."
Didn't want to wake up and see myself
Not alive
Because I'll feel like I was left behind.
Track marks are all that are left to show the passing of time.
Bloodshot eyes.
No one in sight.
Persephone, where did you go?
You were here a minute ago?
It was just you and I this time.
Maybe that's not enough.
Maybe the passing of time showed myself
Maybe she left to get more love than I can give.
I can't move though.
I'm fragile
From a skinny love.
From a constant thug.
From a pathetic hug.
From myself to no one else.
I pass along another needle.
Take a sip of this divine beetle.
Let the eggs burrow deep and hurt me.
Because pain is better than nothing much. Isn't that right persephone?
"You are correct."
I, am. Correct.
Persephone. Invade me.
Consume me.
Kill me.
With all eight legs, and an hourglass figure on your back.
Bite me
Kill me
Like fluid, you breathe into me.
Lungs full of you.
Liver dying from you.
Veins as your travel.
But you are here.
No more metaphors.
Persephone.
Only you can kill me.