I'm Fading My Love

October 23, 2014

I still don't inhabit my own body.

I am a guest.

I am a spectator

as my meat covered bones

tangle with other vessels

in dark rooms

vomitting languages unknown,

quiet and uncomfortable.

This is not me!

Screaming to my cage.

STOP GOD DAMN IT STOP!

But I have no control.

My body continues to flail

and I am drifting,

being pushed deeper

and deeper

until I cease to exist.

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