An Unfinished Poem I Wrote In The Mental Hospital

I told myself if it ever came to this that I would bleed oceans

But my heart isn't pumping anything worth swimming in

Just a few gallons of leftover tar and some noxious fumes

Everything moves so slow now it's like love's organs

Frozen enough to make you want to sleep for decades

This is the holocaust for the insomniac

Who wonders the alleyways of their own brain

Trying to find a dead stray to use as a blanket or cushion

The people behind the padded walls seem so nice

Though I probably don't deserve what they're giving

My only justifiable possession is a trash can overflowing with doubt

That spills on me whenever I try to set it on fire

Possibly out of fear that I would burn the world to nothing

A personal apocalypse can happen more than once and often does

Which is what Murphy probably thought when he drafted his law

Life Sucks, Dickhead!

I.
Funny how a romantic becomes a misogynist
Like a chameleon who can't control his defenses
Or a homeless man who wants nothing but an embrace
Knowledge is power, this is true
It is a weapon I use against the Goddess
Before turning it on myself

II.
Sick of sickness and tired of lethargy
I focus my taste on the patches in the atmosphere
And listen to the drum circle below the bones
They gasp for sympathy and understanding
I drown them out with cigarette smoke

III.
Complacent are we, prisoners of eagles
Trapped in suburban cells
Slaves to ourselves and the dreams of vertical highways
We were just pirates, stealing weightless objects
We were just bluejays, dropping our feathers in the machine
Never noticing the world becoming darker
Or the government boarding up our windows

Misotheism

If you're religious, you shouldn't read this. I won't be held responsible for the anger this may cause

I fit into this world like Mercury rain drops
A petty thief in Guantanomo's bowels
Inhaling stress then exhaling awkwardness
Filter tossed to the ground, never decaying
Fear stays when everything else dies
I hold it next to my heart like a bible
When praying to a god I don't even like
Sadistic player of emotions and health
I'll make sure to flip Him off before I go to Hell
Where the flames will weld my wounds shut

The World Is An Allergen

I wish I could swallow every atom

Without them clawing my throat

As they fall to the junkyard depths

Constant lethargy is keeping me alive

And sirens just go right through me