Imaginary Pleasure

I am secluded within the shadows of my own catastrophe. I see pieces of my soul dangling off the branches of wilting trees, and I can feel the darkness spooning into my spirit. These days are half full and half empty, with me being drained and sodden with despair in the morning, and energetic and blissful during the evening. I've come to turn to human beings for only what is natural. Perceiving them all the same, only trusting the airy figures I gave names and lives of their own to live. So lonely I look to the house on the hill, and the park with one swing, and I can always count on the twist and turn of my stomach while at school. I am lost within the dark tunnels of my intestines, and drowning in the sea of agony. I always tell myself, live a little! Who needs 'em, life's too short. But don't I know, the weight of the pulling chains intertwined in my flesh is too painful to bear.