Black

Living life like it was a rerun. Reverting to old behaviors as my psyche is undone . Unraveled by demons seeking to cause harm I've been running for so long I've outran run . Deciding on suicide and if it's my best option. Not from being sad but from always feeling nothing. I've been attacked by the sense you lack and your assumptions. Garbage spewing from a dumpster is what makes you a monster . Impeding disaster is moving in faster and faster . Enchantments slowing me down and I can't find their caster My mind is bending in on itself like elastic. I'm ecstatic and lack ration . I always keep extended magazines In my Reebok classics. Causing havoc while producing electricity and static My demons that I haven't beat are locked inside my attic. Take a handful of meds for my panic attack Racing thoughts and any organization I lack . . I hope it all turns black