Oxygen delivered in milligrams. Poison courses through my veins. Plastic burned to sallow distortion. Yet the mannequin pleads innocent,
"This ugly is not me".
Elbows broken backwards whilst I crawled across the room in crooked frames.
Who is to blame for my immoral and self-seeking asphyxiation? Intangible pain brings me to my knees pleading out to a God who I argued was not there.
Claiming to be your friend, I'll convince you to share this demorilization.
Pop a pill; put a barcode on your brain. Ecstacy perfectly named...
Euphoria covers my countless stains.
My happiness is not hard to sell. The curves of my mouth turn as my stomach begs to purge because I am so sick. Nevertheless, I continue to consume.
Delusional thoughts parade my mind as I stumble across myself.
I scream because I am lost, limitations enclose my hopes and dreams within a tainted shoebox; stored away in the back of the closet as dustbunnies play and dance upon it.
Now shadows molest these walls, tirelessly they refuse to fall. They remind me daily why I've come to reside in this resentment;
they leave no trace of return.
There is but only one solution, the absent ceiling reveals a sky of higher hopes, where I can escape this pollution.
In fervid desperation I reach for the insatiable fear of success...and suddenly appears a hand where I can finally rest my own.
Tunnel vision clouds my eyes, and I find myself in a place I thought I'd never know.
It was impossible to recognize at the time but now there is no question in my mind - THIS IS MY HOME. Sobriety.
