Who Dat Boy

He’s going crazy,

Don’t listen to him,

Don’t worry he’s just playin,

Oh that’s just him,

Sure.

Starving

The sorrowing for a crumb when you hunger,

I don’t feel this pain,

It feels natural as if hungering for her,

Not a pain; but a need,

One day I wish to be full.

Distortion

Like the hands of a drowning man reaching for a helping hand.

The sound levels screech in red.

I feel within me.

Sound is my one explanation and it’s as if I have a compressor on my emotions.

Bottled up as if the threshold was -25db.

But my mind is on a constant 15db gain.

Overthinking

Try and try to explain the way I feel,

I let this mask melt so deep into my skin,

Pretending for the sake of others,

Feeling myself trying to claw out from the inside,

A feeling of self imprisonment,

But there it is safe,

Never

Feelings, wants, needs and dreams-

Buried them inside you,

I planted a seed inside you,

I watched and prayed and dreamed,

I waited for it to bloom,

Years, a watched pot never boils,

After what we’ve been through,

I just wish I could get through,

I clung like a fiend and weaned and screamed,

I return to the womb,

Waiting, one day to again blossom.

Illusion

Security,

Safe within this shell,

Impurity,

Sent from the bitch of hell,

Maturity,

Voices but they do not yell

Tyranny,

Dominance that won’t end well.

narcotic:

“They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.”

— (via n-ul)

(via narcotic)

Hunger

I watch from across a seemingly endless road-

What he sees to be dull, I find shines gold-

This hole, deeper within me than my own organs-

I know what I want-the hole, it darkens,

Behold, as he commits arson-

Flames grow, through the rot and mold, which even he bestowed, upon this broken home-

Yet all I do is watch.