Cesspool
I’ve been wading in this cesspool.
Frighteningly warm.
Frighteningly pleasing.
It’s nauseating, but gives me a sick pleasure.
I’ve been to heaven and hell,
Every other day it seems.
I’m chilled to the bone,
But this cesspool seems warm.
I remember things that have no meaning.
I destroy the happy
Sadness is sickeningly comforting.
I’m punishing myself by sleeping in this stink.
I’m sacrificing myself for nothing.
Soon, I won’t be able to feel anymore
I won’t feel the slime
I won't push my way out of here
I won't even try
And I’ll lose part of me.
A little bit dead
Un-whole-ly
And I can’t cry.
