untitled

i want to be released and for all my
inhibitions to dissipate.
i want to know the feeling of no
pain and sincere emotion.
i dream of pure nothingness and sleep
for this alone.

pain is my rapture, on the cusp of lifelessness
and ghostly apparitions.
waking surreality brings me to
the brink of pleasure and i admonish
consciousness and am convinced only those
with no purpose should walk the face of the earth.

i deserve nothing.

who am i to say i am meant to change my own existence?
Is this not the job of fate and destiny?
who was the jerk that thought of flesh and mortality?

I prefer to sink in empty skies and float in endless seas.
I long to sleep in a bed of feathers, weighed down by brick.
my silent screams awaken me to the wish of one more
minute of unadulterated loneliness. i face the day
with my hands covering my face in hopes to be
invisible to the light radiating off of humanity.

There are few moments when i feel absolute well-being and
pleasure. i am affected to live for these moments.
it is then i can open up and release all my inhibitions.

i consent to be consumed by you.