Chaotic Hypnotic

Lying on this bed. Thoughts tangled in diamond webs. Suffocated. So tight, it clasps. Your head; severed. Removed thread by thread. Distant from the body, its actions unknown. Distant from reality, surreal its grown. Heavy drapes the heart. Beggining beats, fret the start. Movements feared, as if they were your last.

Tears sprout the emptiness.

Cheeks crack black. Your eyes red, a glowing fire, burns to the soul. Terror strolls. On days like these, you’re sick, a filthy disease. Your lungs struggle, you tell them not to breathe. As you move, you crawl, a beast we see. You stand, but fall. Buckled on your knees. Clenching fingers, try to understand. You beg yourself, please just pretend. Torment endures, the mass engulfing your pores. Sinking within every corner of the mind, within the body, some sort of fourth kind. It grabs hold your motions, curls you up, digging deep. Throws your body wall to wall, your numb mind begins to sleep. There forever, you bid to stay. Soon it too, will fade away. Blood trips from the clash, skin breaks, biting lips, gouging gash. Screaming. In despair, torn at the seams, broken dreams. Life at its end, or so it seems. No light to follow, no hand to guide, only darkness swallows you alive. The movements slow. body gives to mind; some form of control. Every part is bruised, every inch, every story, its always old news. When  no one knows, when no one will. You’ll sit forever, glaring out window sills. The mind shall never fully return, only broken body, and the pain its earned. Someday it will see, someday it’ll learn. The body will earn its path, you will never return