Make it Stop Spinning, I’d Like to get off

What if the only thing imaginable

That would rip you to fucking pieces

Were your reality?

It’s the unthinkable

The impossible

Hold your heart in your throat

Choke on the pain

Feel it with every muscle

Until your eyes ache

Your ribs shake

Feel your body break

And your mind,

It drown in tears

Trembling on the floor

Open wounds, broken mirrors

You beg time for relief

Though it promises fallacy

The lucrative serum

Is but scathing bandaids

Those new pills make you ill

Offsetting yet monotonous

You can no longer walk

Those simple steps

Patience is more painful

Less the panic

But to the depths

You’ve only experienced in dreams

When your blood runs scalding

Boiling from your arteries

Flesh rooted with veins

And still, your skin, hypothermic

Organs hypodermic

As if your last kiss

Were given by death’s lips

The hours you pay

In the early morning

Curling your hair

Painting your makeup

Because you may never be sure

If this day is your last

When you’ll slip through the cracks

Neck to the train tracks

You visit every day

And that thought is your lullaby

A black ink goodbye

Which you sleep with under your pillow

Until the light waking

And life taking

Ritualistic prepare your corpse

For whomever discovers,

Under-covers, your red rose bedding

Maybe it’s just a nightmare

One thing and how much it could tear

Then you’ll be the phantom

Addicted to disaster

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