Broke, Part 1

Take my
Death thoughts, clever moments
My
Cold heartache, tender bruises
Burn me
To hated grounds, await the flesh of despised
Harmony
But please
Don't take my sanity

Faces on the walls
Frantic startled
Finally scheming back
Whispers of the essence
Painful, screeching rasps

I can't hear myself screaming
I can't hear the cries of God
I can't hear you, calling me
I cannot see a way out

Touching bedsheets, pulling covers
Trying to hide my face
Smelling ashes, feeling scars
That shouldn't exist, on me

The cold, lush moments
Burning tears
The acidic mind of me

Please, God
Take my
Death thoughts, cleaver moments
But please
Leave me with my sanity

Author notes

I don't care to comment much on what this one means, its all up for grabs right now. Take it to mean what you will, then, I suppose. I don't know a thing. Or I do. In the course of the works of nerve endings, it's all just chemicals which give us these painful thoughts.