Poet 11586

Re lapse

Sick sick sick,
in the flesh of my bones,
in the marrow between my teeth,
I starve just to feel full
and I purge just to feel human.
There's acar crash I can't stop staring at, it's in my dreams, in my sleep.
I don't want to see what this tragedy has done but I can't help but look.
Mangled bodies I mimic
and mirrors I smash with my hatred,
run the veins alone the edges and hope I die in the chaos of blood.
I wish you'd hold me,
I wish you'd hold me,
tell me it'll be just fine.