NEUROLEPTIC
Melancholia impetuses me to bed
Consumed completely into the cottons of my covers
Happily Inviting me in with its mouth opened
Thoughts digested
with
Eyes of those of the dead
Silence screaming inside
Echoing like a pang on glass
Tears fall , finally
Bubbly to still champagne
Just as the chaos of pain turns to numb
Fiend inside quieting
With the help of a Neuroleptic
YOU ARE READING
4am
PoezjaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
