you are restricted by your functioning mind
i’m restricted by my high functionality
they think nothing is wrong
what is wrong is me
burnt
broken
bled till i’m read
and you can tell me all the riddles that lie in my mind
because nothing is wrong with me?
you are restricted by your functioning mind
and I am restricted by the constraints you place upon me
final thoughts crash me like a pendulum swinging down against my head
the train of thought slowly dying like a rotten idea
words keep forming
that don’t exist
I keep drawing sentences from a state of delirium with a senile smile licking my lips
I gorge of each verse as I spread my left hand across the paper
writing until my bones clench into handwriting unrecognisable
Slipping through the night
I almost held my breath
wanted to blink twice
but I pushed and did it anyway
dont grab my hand
I want to be free
Jumping from the sky
into the sea
FlashYourFlesh 