The Pulverizing Pole

Hit with a pole.

And I’m not going to lie,

It felt quite nice.

All their voices.

Have become null.

Dulled out-

With any new idea,

Being hard to vice.

Please my kind sir.

Hit me again.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Hit me until the bleeding stops,

And don’t even try to slow down.

Let my veins fill with that feeling.

The thumping of my heart-

And the flow of adrenaline,

That is.

Let me stand,

And fly off of the floor.

You have not beat me dead,

But beat the lack of living-

Out of me.