Like a spider caught in it’s own fabricated web, I am lost
I don’t know where to turn
I’m being cornered in the deceptive gossamer threads by the moment
I panic and engulf myself more and more deeply
What a contradiction of existence
Despair and hopelessness
Yet a desire to love and not just exist
Pull me in all directions till
I’m overwhelmed by nausea
Exhausted and drained
I just let myself be stretched
I scream and my voice is lost in the searing
Violation of myself
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