Dissociate
My chakras are dividing into the solar system,
Bleeding black and cracking lines like sticks.
The thorn that wreaks its time behind me,
Left a scar and all I've to do is touch,
And I'm in another room.
My thoughts are gone and so is familiarity,
I think I hear a distant voice but I'm not here,
I don't know what here is, time is, when is?
Flickering of past and present, in a room,
I can not breathe.
The bedroom turns into a bathroom where I stand,
Even though I am sitting down beside you;
And I'm reaching down into my blood again,
That's trickling and showering to burn it all away.
I hate this rancid place.
I can't breathe and I want it to stay that way,
Time is nothing of sequential lines to stain my mind,
I hope it's dying while it's alive and forcing me,
And as I stare off, can't talk, can't think a thought.
I have completely lost myself.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2017
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