questioning
all i knew as truth
under the influence of one
transformed
into everything i once believed
was wrong
if this is me
how can i fight it?
not sure i belong here
running
towards rastafari
hands in the air
waving my white flag
i surrendered
my soul now aches
stalk me
cover me in your passion
with all of you
nothing is ever enough
all i ever crave is
more
caught
in a whirlwind
chaotic thoughts
stable
in one moment
clinically ill
the next
nobody will ever understand
for i am utterly confused
grateful
i still feel something
not yet numb
just waiting…
for
death
© LRS 2011
