My Name

My Name
It starts in the bottom of my heart and radiates to my extremities. So intense that I just curl into myself. Shielding that mst vulnerable of spots. But it does no good. It grows and grows and GROWS. Bubbling and spilling, rolling over itself, layer upon layer in a desperate dance to escape in whatever shape possible.The quickest is tears, the most effective are screams and groans. Wrapping my own fingers in my hair, folding at the waist and scream till my throat is sore, shredded and burning.My eyes are glassy and constantly reflect the excrement of severed veins. Some days are just too hard. Faced with everything I did wrong. All the almost happy endings that have switched roles and are now lived by someone else.This is not good for my health, contemplating Death. I just want to go away. Stay the day from progressiong. Pop pills to end the reminiscing. Drown in amber pools of warmth and crumble into crystal clear chasms of liquid acid.The cold air whistles through my empty shell and the echoes of unrealistic loves songs offer alternate realities. Movies that perpetuate a perfection that is perfunctory and cant possibly be attained. I can feel myself going insane.....

What is my name....

PAIN

It starts before my eyes and then quickly permiates my mind. Like a cancer, all healthy thoughts are twisted and morph into something enticingly perverse. My flesh begins to itch, twitch with desire, slowly burning from the internal fire. Silentlly my minds eye slides through a mental directory of faces, not names, calculating how I can come out the victor in this immoral game.I know its wrong, but it feels so nice...soul ties, explicit lies and exquisit highs turn into abyssmal lows...so if I know all this why do I still reach for my phone...as a temporay reprieve to the PAIN, I embrace and trust the one named

LUST