Five pills. Five pills and I'm what's left. Paint left from a brush in water. Floating for an instant. Shadows on the surface, then spinning and sinking, vibrant before gone.Gray grit mass on the bottom of the glass.
I briefly wonder if my life is vomit, a mess you can't hold back. I want it clean and gone. It's offensive even at the feet.
But that's over and my body is melting and I want to live here but I need more pills because it's already gone.
About Me
- FIERI
- Mad Girl's Love Song -Sylvia Plath I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
2 comments:
I can't tell you how disturbed I am by this. I also can't express how deeply I relate.
Sug
Thanks. Not sure how to respond...
So. haha. I guess I'll stop trying to type stuff.
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