A Corner Of My Skull

I am sitting alone in a distant corner of my skull,

Waiting for my brain to collapse like a great empire.

My market value is crashing, nearing a round null.

Is this truly that much better than the worst hellfire?

I have been living clean, and the purity blinds me.

The creatures in my chest will break my ribs soon.

Why does keeping myself intact feel this mighty?

One wrong move, and I will blow up the moon.

Watch me ruin the mood with my constant sulking.

I know you all get tired of my dark fantasies.

Still, my shoulders are headless, they need a new king,

And what’s left of my brain despises modesty.

There is meaning lost in every line that I write,

But I do not hope that someone really seeks it.

I sit and observe as my brain is consumed by light,

Secretly wishing that the darkness beats it.

-Jackie