Inky

i would like to think

that the darkness  inside me

is only ink

and when i'm hurting,

it bleeds out 

into words worthwhile 

All Sixes and Sevens

 Crazy isn't a feeling

or a sickness

its a limit

of how far you've been pushed

Unconscious of the distance

until return is impossible

It's the moment before crazy

The slip, The fall,

The desperation

of trying to hold on to something

that once held you together.

More

 and i would consume you, 

as the parched Earth drinks the rain...

until every drop of you

is lost in the suffocating depths 

of my insatiable hunger...

King of Want

 To want.

Desire is ugly.

Incessant. 

Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

Desire as a question.

Desire as a promise.

Desire as a holy knife-

a foreign object- 

lodged deep within the body.