imalozer

Foggy hallucinations surround a body parched of necessities. Senses are dulled, except the  taste of vinegar that lingers. A veil of ice cloaks you, cooing distant praises in your ear. You're in love, yet long for forgotten sensations. In an instant all substance is gorged, anything to remove the numb. The soul is reaped with half rejoicing, the other shrieking in pain. Some how one awakens from the surreal phenomenon, and pleasure turns to disgust. As you repent to your God, your cage, your savior. Only to plunge into the ice once more.

So young and naive. Yet already on a path of self destruction.

You're an insect that lives, to scream my worthlessness and feed off my mistakes. I feebly beg to be cast aside, but please are answered with mockery. And your tainted words fill my ears, as the steel before me turns red. For only you can drag me down, even when the sun is up.

Smirk and a Whisper then slowly, I die inside And you do not care.

If I died tomorrow, Would you miss me? For some reason I think it's likely, that you'll show no signs of sorrow. If I died today, what would you say? Would you mention my flaws, or tell of things that flatter? I hope it's the latter.

Often the young say "Give me a chance to grow up." When it's time, they fold.