Day: Aug 5, 2020

Extremely sad pictures are painted on my reflective walls today, it’s alluring.

My lungs trembling to the melodies of The Cure, yet – they aren’t really curing.

Every pore becomes an open flesh wound when I’m stuck in this hamster wheel.

“Go rob yourself of all joy and pride, go spread lies, sing off tune and steal.”

My brain is the enemy I knew I’d never win but I always cherished so dearly –

If I go down with its flawed narrations, you’re also going. Can you hear me?!

Do I even mean what I’m yelling when I put up the fight and try to survive this?

Not a day has gone by without me wishing I could take a bullet through my iris.

But that’s not true, you must know I’m not a reliable narrator by this point. Do you?

I’m the sad pictures on my own walls, yet – I’m also the vivid daydreams you knew

Back when we were a little less depressed and I wasn’t smothering my insanities…

So let’s go to war, my dear pain, throw a ceremony of prayer to help your own christianities

With my godless profanities.