Light turns to dark

White turns to RED

Syringe in my hand

A hypodermic syringe in my hand

I feel the devil’s presence at hand

My mind salivates with anticipation of nothingness

My arm’s vein smiles greedily, give me release it sternly winks

A prick to the skin, the antidote flows in, Ah a complete void

Explosions of a million universes enter into my mind. My flesh ignites

A deep sigh, a comet rushes over and inside, a rush of pure emptiness

I am nowhere in sight

I am the black hole

I am redness

I am mindless

I am a vapor rushing nowhere and everywhere, upside down and upright. Where’s the light?

Bubbling, panting desiring self-stimuli

I NEED FLESH TO FEED MY SOUL

Consumes, devoured, I need a pistol now. Come blast me full of holes

Fall down the hole. Lose your soul

Sell your flesh by the ounce

You’re only worth that much

Worthless, hopeless, aimless

I am a dirty blow-up doll. Come shred my plastic casing. I want to feel whole.

A tear, knowingness, an acceptance, a saddened wise grin

I know my calling. I know my destiny. I know I am a whore to be sold.

God bless my soul.

Anoint me with your blood-streaked tears.

I want to be something.