I looked through the oblivion,
And the rage I found still follows me.
It encapsulates my rotten core,
It drowns me when I fall asleep.
But I can never keep my secrets,
Even with the blades nearby.
Right at the corners of my mind
Muck monsters sing me lullabies.
My vessels punch a hole in me
Right when the darkness reappears.
The oblivion looks back at me,
Inflating all my sharpest fears.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 