intracerebral hæmorrhagic shock.
spitting ink in skin
kissing in pink sin
in illicit dreams
ill disease will spin
beat thin lips with fists
slit these timid wrists
weaving needle wreaths
nimble nymphs flick whips
fill each leak with pills
inches width, it spills
evening minutes killed
dreamy pinkish frills
deep inside my body
dwells a deadly power
if i weren't a coward
i could use it – bloody
i feel it pulsating
whispering: let's play a game
you resist or go insane
which one's more worth hating?
good self, bad self fight
when self-hate takes hold
fear of no control
never knows what's right
pry my ribcage open
let the crippled mind explode
only then the hate is solved
accidental coping
the way out is through
live the numbness fully
love its pitfalls truly
hurt when hurt is due
where's my treasure though?
thought i'd one day make it
heart no longer naked
confidence and glow
stuck in neverafter
nerves and hormones fail
one more coffin nail
in hysteric laughter
