my hell is up, not down.
satan resides in my head.
he lights my cortex.
flames lick my emotions.
i go wild inside.
there is no extinguisher.
my control burns away.
lucifer leaves.
there are three states:
depression
stable
mania
they fluctuate.
this is normal.
well, normal to me.
i live in disorder,
a bipolar disorder.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poeziemy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
