Let's Make This Quick

Just something I wrote in a minute or less. It’s made up of nothing… or perhaps everything. That’s for you to decide.

this feeling
it’s so deep inside
i can’t escape it’s evil glare

it’s like a message
a warning sign
telling me to be on awares

this sickness
so overwhelming
so endlessly clear

these feelings
so vacant yet vivid
so hopelessly near

it’s crawling up
up from my insides
into my throat it clings

this noise
so obviously changing
it grabs my head till it stings

you’re fading
blackness surrounds you
the emptiness makes itself near

the ending
it’s conscience exploding
my mind melts down with this fear

“The best thing I like about my poems is they never make any sense. Or maybe it’s that they make perfect sense.”