Sinkhole

Why try to wrap words around a poem if the poem is right here with the actual words in it to read?

Im convulsing naked in the rain because of the black clouds over you
The crystal ball put its money on black tar becoming my glue

I ingenuinly hope it wont, 

but my brains deepest craving for truth can't suppress my escape artists tastebuds for ruining what I really need and curling up in the comfort zone of making myself lose

And I can feel it...

Its stale breath sogging the hairs behind my neck

This capsule where I quiver, 

my little silicone poppy field of bliss

 

as every future becomes a now 

and my repressed excitement for a romanticized art-f**k addict life grows a moldy morbid existence that Im starting to think fits me best

And I self sabotage with the best of em' 

tear me by the tendons, 

got this tendency to tongue f**k the sinkhole of all its hair, 

Throw myself in the sinkhole pink, peeled and bare 

Rock myself to sleep cradle-capped and overcared

Pluck me dry

hug my stys

gulp my daily meal of wet tangled hair 

that belonged to someone else

Its gross... but i still do it

Why wont all of you just please let me slowly kill myself

At least the sinks unclogged

Now everyone can wash their filthy little hands 

but ill let yall keep repressing that they're not

so you can whisper yourself to sleep 

Oh how i applaud 

you're bleached little paws

pat your sweaty back and keep passing go till im gone

I wish you didn't want to help 

But please help me

i cant swallow 

Jagged blades of vices I inherited are the same excuse my parents followed

the welts in my throat may not let me go to sleep

But its the lack of guilt that's truly killing me