A Love Poem?

got nothing

Angst controls me and thoughts of being caged destroys me

Free and roaming, loose on the reigns

my sadness is a disease and so is most life

Escape is not an option as confinement is happiness

Longing for a razor, like an axe

doctors are not mechanics

Maybe deaf, dumb and blind is the gift?

With eyes burnt like trees, courage may be an option

Effort, though, seems like a memory, once good, oxidizing like metal

Mouth hung open to catch flies, ears wide like legs, a simple form of prostitution

All martyrs of a smile, a caress

Pathetic tattoos of absolute grievance

Swamp-like visions of home life

Happiness, again, blurred by minute droplets of realism

Reality? Reality is but a caustic, poisoned breath of a dream, a simple dream

Hope is the condemned building, occupied by homeless rats gnawing at the bones of integrity

Hatred as true love, as love is false promise

A good deed in life may be the death of another?

I know I will keep popping the pills of sustenance to keep alive, dangling on a single thread of existence

An indestructible cord held together by microscopic strands of my forever fluctuating will

What will lie ahead? Who cares now? So long as my sadness floods me

I'll be free, I need no device, no light, no love, nothing!

Sanity is but captivity, morels of stupidity

Tomorrow may be the day I never walk on the ground but squirm from a rope like a worm on a hook

Not a struggle but a firmer grip, release from the strains of chains

The torture of boredom

The only need: confrontation, equal to masturbation

Therapy for the pain in the brain

Twisted, malnourished thoughts of self-depreciation that should not exist as we all don't

Deserving the deliverance of......