Anoxia

The thick, contaminated vapor of your world causes anoxia.

I lost my ability to think for myself.

Suck it in, swallow this sugary stipulation; chocolate covered lies.

I want to overdose on emotional junk, to be bathed
in liquid feeling. The soul that I carry inside of me
begs to be refined, it is old, worn, sick and dying.
I've forgotten the path to growth.

It hides behind the commercial Bushes.

I don't want to breathe today.

I don't deserve life; I am over-sensitized.

Digitally dreaming of piss-satiated aspirations,
hollowed by the knife we call society.

Purity isn't in my diluted vocabulary.

Hope isn't either.

Distractions can only last so long.

Turn off the faucet, emotions swirling down the dirty drain.

What do I have left now?

A lone, raw tower of self-denial.