Emotional Mess
This feeling, oh so strange
it's so different
than any new or old memory
ever remembered by my brain
still my heart has lurched
towards its final beat
and still this thought
can not be seen
What is this,
that is falling off my face
and dripping into my hands
it's ripping my lungs out of my chest
at a quickened pace
it spins me into a dark whirlwind
and out of my empty space
So this is what you humans
call emotions
this feeling of being
broken?
and chosen to be tortured
and addicted to this sickening game
this twisted sense of fame
as you bleed your eyes dry
and fry what's left of your mind
This tear that falls
has left me all but blind
so is this how we, as humans
are set out to die?
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