B***h

As I long to puncture your skin with every vital nail I have 

My self-hatred grows
It never goes away
It just conceals itself temporarily

Temporarily feeding off my blood 

Leeching into my brain
Taking everything from me
So that all I feel is insane

My insanity livens as frustration grows 

In anticipation of something new 

Anything
Vitality is so skewed

Completely misinterpreted
Misused
Cutting itself open to feel this abuse

Abusing this hatred
Hatred so profound
So exact
That it forces my numbness to be intact

It’s so perfectly meticulous how I can’t breathe 

Selectively claustrophobic in my being
In seeing what’s not there
What could be

But, never will be

To articulate what it feels like to detest something so harmlessly 

So immensely that it takes over your life
Kills your strife
Is obsolete

You wonder if I can feel this pain
A pain so obscure that it falls short of this drain
Draining everything I thought was so subtle
So close to reaching a minuscule particle that was once there 

So close
But, that doesn’t count
Does it?

Proximity 

Preciseness 

Congruity

It all falls short to a mere pseudo feeling that was never there 

Embalmed in my mind is that ferocity
That feeling that no matter what
Your time is up

You’re out of luck
All you hold on to is remnants of that one lousy f**k 

Reviews

[Nebula]

Very very dark
But so well written