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