21
the amount of times
I painted my lungs today.
black and gray
0
zero, the amount of times
I didn’t carve emotions
through these atoms
Just like cigarette to lungs;
blade to skin,
both fulfill an addiction.
except,
one relieves pain
and the other kills.
In short, I’d be better off
taking all these pills.
depression, anxiety, bulimia too
Don’t you dare judge me,
I’ll do it for you.
Rip, pull, gouge and cut
"Fairy, SLASH fag,
gay, SPLOSH cunt,
little, FAIRY, queery.”
He rhymed.
Of course, we’re speaking,
strictly of my mind.
Caged in and rearing for vacation,
oblivion awaits; a fairy’s evasion.
Dodge, tuck and roll
WAKE UP! Blares and lulls
We continue to concentration;
a murderous toll.
A world of escape,
running from everyone’s
inevitable fate.
We drag ourselves along,
until we break.
BEEP, strikes our lifeline.
A utopian retreat,
it’s finally here,
we’re here.
We.
…
