Numb, wanting wanting to be dumb Blind with senses heightened Yet dampened Rambling Talking to myself In this self-made hell Eating chocolate instead of substance Drinking acid so it burns me Since I really want to be consumed By some sort of passion Some sort of sensation or embrace Embers only replace The mask that descends No friends, nothing but misguided whining Needing a glimmer Shining Darkness Stark and repressed emotions Salt in this ocean Bitterly swimming Writing a poem while I'm drunk Not really sure anymore Why I am not just out Giving blowjobs as a whore Since I'm not better inside Than those I pretend to be better than Those I deride I'd ride a wave of sin Let the blackness in To a soul that I don't own Where everything is always me Never moving Never doing Never free
Everything is open to the winds of chance.