Sick Days of the Past

Gone are countless moments Wasted years spent feeding on toxic fumes No longer able to recognize myself The mirror screams And soon I will forget it all again My room is far to frightening Even my bed has goosebumps I can't even go out anymore!! I want to collapse into an old rocking chair To forget this sick that obsesses's me I'm exhausted Done with being strung out Yet, still strung out Spontaneously combusting Rearranging the stars Birthing a whole new sky While I stare at a clock mocking me The insignia of suicide Gorged on the fruit that hangs from the branches Of a long dead tree sure to eat the body and melt the brain To much samo samo Bull dreary neighborhood disease Walking in broken shoes Eyes glazed over with a frost manufactured from Tiny tin bags No where to run Left reminded of a permanent picture realm of sunshine Now left to mold in bags of trash Stacked to the ceiling Of a room where I've come to finally die