Feeling the pain is not enough,
to make the burning nerve run disease take flight.
The more I feel the pain is right
To fill my empty whole to brim
The less I too quench the thirst of bloods rush release
In pools of denim soaked madness
I am not enough
No never enough. Enough, enough.
Never enough to be or feel.
For those who know will never feel
Those who don’t can ever feel
The pain of my wrath, unknown to me.
Anger in pain and Frustration with life enough
Yet never enough.
Life is full of misrepresented madness,
When mine unknown to be real.
Those who know,
Or don’t to me,
Say it perfectly natural to feel a loss of self when faced with finality
Say happy a medium to paint A smile on a frightened child
Or man filled with the nothingness of eternal black.
I smile a smile that doesn’t know I should feel the Glee of ear to ear manic medium paint.
I am enough to know, not enough to see
A red painted in pooled shapes which surround a life-less-body
Enough no enough,
It would be enough to fill the gap left by years of monsters swallowed
to black memories, the same memory pains created by their laps, enough.
I write yet not enough,
I swallow the razor laced bullets and fire based fuel. I eat the mini hallucinogenic pills,
Red drips from my nose,
That will Flame a rage to fuel the contempt against the confusion
I know yet not enough.
Walking, sleeping, not enough, falling into a nothingness
I run against myself away and find I have not yet left I am here as my own shadow.
Enough I feel the red stained wrists of clocks strike down the chimes of my pumpkin hours.
Reaching to hours in minutes a manic moment,
Glee painted sidewalks I watch myself,
The sirens play an ice cream tune.
I am here a shadow past to another to fill life’s empty whole nothingness to life.
Enough is a word we use to explain the feeling of fulfillment
I will never find my enough, no never
Perpetual, constant, dying to enough
No Never Enough