my hands are golden and
i crave warmth like a bullet
thirsts for a skull. i am
empty and i drown in endless void
as soundless as a scream! i have no
limits, i am dead dead dead as
your dreams.
i breathe; hear the rasp of
skeletal hands criss-crossing
my ribs. red lungs
burn burn burn burn
this pain is good for me.
i am lined in charcoal, filled with white paint.
i am hungry for an ending but there
is a hole where my stomach
should be. what is wrong with me?
i am wrong wrong wrong so wrong
my skull opens and closes on its own. i cannot control it
helpmehelpmehelp
me
