Is it just me?
that feeling of bloat and rot
green skin and bodyliquid
I can no longer look eye to eye
into the depth of someones soul
the effects of love and hate
nauseous stomach of nerves and ache
I can't sea what they see
or here what they hear
the ever flowing present
is sometimes to much to bear
for my eyes cannot see the glistening
the velvet linings or the marble floor
my goals are ever changing
and I
a man with no thought, guilt, pain or pleasure
cannot take control of this body
any longer