Coated in inky black sick and slime
It’s no wonder it wins every time
Toxic to the touch and immobile
The pills! The pills! My mind beguiles
“Please come sit and stay a while”
“World is a shit, world is vile”
Its tendrils whorl and hiss their acrid sigh
Tossing back the pills, “Fuck this!”, I cry
“So you return to face my form”
“Again and again you enter the storm”
“So easy to embrace me, oh rejected daughter”
“Do you not know you’re a lamb to the slaughter?”
“Have you not seen your state of being?”
“Can you even comprehend this song I sing?”
“What hope have you, oh little worm?”
“Unbreakable dirt in which you squirm”
I pause for a moment to think
All I can feel is my heart sink
It pulls its blade from its sheath
Unready for my fate I grit my teeth
Last words muttered under its breath
“I cannot yet grant you glorious death”
“Watching you wriggle is such fun”
I grab the blade, fuck this, I’m done
The bedroom is quiet, dark, and dreary
I awake to my real self weary
Blurry off-white walls scans my vision
Soft sheets upon my hand
Rain patter fills my ears
Sweaty stench inside my nose
Cool water swishes within my mouth
The nightmares come and go
Dreams upon dreams each night do flow
In the washroom mirror my smile is wry
Tossing back pills, “Fix this!”, I cry