Tuesday, April 17, 2012


You are the black hole that I've created
My beautiful, glitter eyed, sleepwalking, sedated
Bind my arms, my legs, my eyes, my restraint
Today all I taste is the the taste of soggy duct tape
You are my painted black, bringer of obsession
My antiseptic blade, my puss festering infection
Take away my air supply, black me into blue
Tell me you want me to live, for life to be born a new
You are the pieces I've cut away, the trash on the floor
The piss in the sink, the do-not-disturb sign on the door
You are my drug supply and I've yet to OD
The blood soiled bandage holding together what's left of me

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