Literature
Before I Disappear
No lies, no lies, no catcher in the sunrise,
Nothing to hold back the panic,
No hero to herald the night as the water rises like the Titanic.
Folding arms like folding steel, hurts so hard but tries to feel,
Holding in so close whatever could have felt so real.
Just the delugual torrent of torment
Running circles down spirals in viral fixation,
A dedication, no hesitation, a probation of sanity
Without invitation rushing to fill the whole in humanity,
Burning what it can in me with fury deep into the brain,
Every numb vibration leaving yet another bloody stain,
Another manic animation of regret showcasing yet another pain.
Locks, locks, burni