/chronic dreams/

the clock is running out,

see the hands as they twirl

   her eyesight is going blind,

Praying to be sent to the gallows

any words fall on deaf ears  

    her thoughts belongs behind

a jail cell

 

He’s in her dreams,

screwing with her head

every night fall, even when  she’s awake

   she cant anymore,

is this what it feels like to be

the embodiment of a corpse?

 

Friends have found; Others.

they’re better

better than her-

best friends pass by,

   her Shooting stars

A scrap of metal her only friend.

stab in her heart, its scabby and infected,

soot black.

 

Fear grasps her throat

Its a Murderer in the night

today she wants to drown herself in kerosene.

wishes to see the faces of those she used to love

way back when

 

Waving a pallid and wan Goodbye,

 Did they even care-?

was it just another façade--?

     she smiles, and nods-

what courage left, failing her

 

     She’s bored and wide awake

too restless,

too restless for others concern

filthy and gritty

She’s stripped,

Naked and Bare.

 Stark,

wears her heart on her sleeve

 

Every night she’s sick,

dry heaves until Stomach is content,

with no contents in it.

 wakes up laughing, after seeing his face

again and again.

While she slams her head into a

desk.

Shaking like a earthquake

     she’s fell so hard,

maybe she’ll die form it.

 

There’s no-one home today,  

neither happy or sad,

    just tired

    she’s breaking down into particles of dust;

being taken away by the wind

she’s so damaged already,

there is something screaming in her ears;

blood on her fingertips.

dripping between the cracks of,

Sanity and Reality.

So, sitting in this empty room again,

Feeling gutted and raw.

Drinking clean vodka again

    straight up, from the bottle.

Its on the floor.

but she’s got a feeling this is the End.