Human Tribulation
Scream burn in the corded bridge
take me as I am or not at all.
I am sick, demented
what is, insane?
Super nova burst and created monsters
I am only one.
This world vomits pain and in it I find the
best feelings.
my chest is throbbing because the black
monster i keep there doesn't know
how to do anything but beat against its cage
and pretend to be okay.
I'm going straight to hell,
where I'll be free to be as unwell as i
please.
Please me, please you.
In a bedroom we are all just black
shadows and silent moans.
In the morning light i am a goddess
without emotion and you are pitiful
this is all I have ever learned.
Goddess, in Hell
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2018
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