This is a culmination of many feelings, after a lot of emotional turmoil.
I wrote this when I had a lot of trouble sleeping after I was betrayed and going through a lot of crap.
I’m sitting in the dark
Stuttering thoughts of the past
I feel a breeze of what we once were
He hates the static tingling behind his back
“I miss you” he says
He hates this night
I remember in agony
Calling to a dimension I never felt
Clingy demons of loss, feeding off his neck
Taking communion and breaking bread
Bloody sheets and bloody beds
Psychic dreams with pulsating lungs
Poison ivy on brick walls
Festering puss fill scabs for scars
He can never stop screaming ever…
He awaits life as the sweat drips
Sleeping in his wretched dog pin
Feasting on mil-worms and sodium
Love can’t bring him back again
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