Now You’ve Done It

How could I have let this happen again? I am preordained to experience sequestration in restraint.

Disappointment isn’t an avenue; it’s an immersive universe.
Where the air is thick and viscous as mucus.
The rivers, lakes, and seas are the tears you’ve shed.
Shadows wrap around you like a security blanket, keeping your core as cold as your heart.
The heat, the life that you once were secretes out of you like afterbirth.
Colors burn the air in ribbons of dull purples, electric blues, and rosewood pinks.
Joy is replaced with the habituation of fear and silence.
The only life that roams free are the wretched creatures that feed on your endless conscious stream of despondency.
I am not ready for the day, so it will always be night

The levels of idiocy I am capable of are astounding.
The Idiot is a scholar compared to Me.
We’ve gone back on our little yellow pills of regrets.
More than one-hundred reasons to say goodbye.
A love letter to the weak and the wounded.