I'm all drugged into heavenly disarray,

A million sicknesses gnawing on my bones;

As compulsive as bulimia, supressed

Like anorexia; a manic sky glares,

Catseyes and stars; I'm wrapped in cosmic nightmares

And pyrexia.


Blood heats up and skin burns crimson, I'm a mistake

Of biology, my head is full of broken dreams, my

Medication is running low, I am raw and

Exposed, withering in the light and fluorescence.


Bury me where it's cool and unresponsive,

I'm too tired to exist.

The End

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