Unknowing
Sensing something
Different.
Having the void
In the pity of desire
Take down
The word with
Jealously,
And admiration to
Obsession.
Cut this chord,
Cut this vein,
And let love
Bleed red.
For I cruse the
Day I left the womb.
Safety in the arms
Of a mother with a wicked smile.
Craw from under the bed
To escape this sorrow.
To another world.
Where the voices speak
To and from inside this
Hell of a mind.
Felt this before?
Self-hate?
Self- fucking!?
Stop.
Leave this body.
Because no one
Needs a leech in
Their sad pathetic life.
