I woke up next to a vulture with a dog bone chain around her neck Staring at me with vile I woke up next to a flame that wrapped her sins around my waist Staring at me with corruption I woke up next to a blood sucking leach that smirked with a lush appetite Staring at me with disdain I woke up next to a villain made up of clay hiding the weapons Staring at me with a plan I woke up next to a furious soul that was shaken from discomfort Staring at me with delight I woke up next to a bitten snake that slithers through the camouflage Staring at me with vengeance
Unraveled and detoxing from the vibrations. I saw lies injected into your shriveled up sun. I saw you nauseas from the sight of the blood dripping from the roses. I saw a self indulging massacre spin. I walked away from your propellers. I saw the crash from a distance in slow motion. Fixated and obsessed with the numbness. I witnessed you crawling through the trenches. I saw you fight with your own scars. I saw you plead with your skeptic past. I saw you disappear into the white light.
I wallow in the paraphrases and the ick of December. Wintery trees remind me of childhood and what use to be. Today the misery and solitude linger in the brisk air. I no longer grasp and hold onto affection. I took a walk and could see my reflection in the mangled trees. Branches scattered like my frozen thoughts. I stand still as depression settles deeper. No one wants to stand from my perspective. I despise the winter and hollow chill. No one cares. I use to crave to feel. I stare into the paragraphs and emptiness flows. No one cares. I don’t ask why I am alive. I ask when will you take me out of my misery?