//Lantern of hope greasing the floor burning no fuel wind whistling through window panes drenched rails Peaking eyes red elbow cringed legs hinged inflated chest collapsed lungs busted wings bruised skin //
A holocaust satire, an escape or nightmare satan knows better when bored.
I have forgotten the feel of feeling things from the beginning of umbilical cords tweaking and winding me, with course of time have lost gradually; everything triggers so fast to congest without pulled.
No wishes are fulfilled even if it's death wish , you might die eventually but now more anxiously. Not any expectations, fear of falling in black hole or it's potential to pull me, but to never feel the warmth of sugar syringed happiness where serene of melody plays swiftly in unheard magnitudes of psychic.
I feel numb when happy just become so dumb when people around me They say"I hear you " "We understand you" but misunderstanding of others has provoked me to feel this negativity, with so high intensity. Hash isn't what I need to encounter suffocation mixed in euphoria .
But how I express without being framed as someone who rants or cry easily , someone who doesn't know to share. The real me is dead but still alive that's one flaw people will never accept me for So, I laugh whole heartedly.