If you dig deeper peel away the skin
What you have is still festering bloom
Under cover of pale pink baby blue
a pit of nothing consumes.
Losing my way becoming numb
Except to a numbing wound
The gates to a confined rage.
Despair and forlorn I've forsaken myself
I know nothing except my own
loneliness in which I am strong.
Crippled and strong in my loneliness.
Weak and certain in my loneliness.
My state of despair
My state of destruction
My state of creation
Jan. 31, 2017, 6:26pm