there's something in my bones.
it's hidden deep inside the molecules of my marrow.
so deep, the mariana trench is blushing with envy.
what is it? it's a feeling of deep sadness and regret.
something i can't exactly scratch out of my skin, but i will try.
i'll stand under the shower for hours,
trying to wash out this creature coursing through my veins.
it makes me want to scream. to scream out the volume that stretches with time.
a loneliness so barren,
our mouths will dry thinking about it.
thinking about your corpse,
rotting alone in a confined coffin six feet under ground,
where only the vessel that is your body is left behind.
and your body that lays at night similar to a corpse,
where you can't move,
but your mind wanders to places uncharted by history.
and you feel so alone,
that there feels like a black hole in your chest.
sucking in all light,
and gradually growing bigger.
and bigger.
and BIGGER.
until you can't breathe,
and your heart is rattling.
but no one is there to help.
soon life begins to feel either tasteless or bitter,
like biting into a sweet conversation,
expecting the sudden bursts of flavour,
but only receiving the taste of blandness.
