Medicinal Poison

A poison flows through the veins.  It changes things, alters in unexpected ways.  Abnormal ways.  The outcome is measured as success.  But not by all.  The poison is a medicine.  The results are unwanted.

Compelling nothingness

Someone tells me I have to try.  They say I have to do more than try.  I want to, but no is infinitely more compelling.  The far easier method is to lie here, waiting for something to happen.  Nothing will though because nothing ever happens.  I try, I really do.  I force myself, but ultimately I return to lying about because nothing is more appealing.

Sanctuary

The sanctuary fades, disappears.  It’s lost forever as they swiftly and without care destroy it.  Only one sheds a lone tear at the sight.  The one becomes nothing, left to the ravages of the world.

Life Blood

It courses through

the veins becoming

my life

blood

Ought I

panic

Ought

I say this

isn’t right

What if

this

is?

Prism Being

The wall is blue, but I am not.  I am a rainbow, a prism.  Turn the wheel and every slice applies.  Yellow for pain; green for frustration; red for annoyance.  Anger is tan, sometimes teal.  What is happiness?  Happiness is nothingness.  Can nothingness exist?  What if nothingness is a fallacy, a ferocious fake?  Does that mean that happiness is too?  Does happiness exist?  Can it exist in a world of somethingness?  What is somethingness?  Something is nothing and nothing is something.  What does this mean for happiness?

Humaness of Memories

Memories assault

Inflict invisible wounds

No god answers my plea

None dare respond

I am not worth it

The humanness of my is

transparent, absent

None understand, comprehend

The assault continues

as I seek an eternal

solution.