Experiment, Pump, Scream, Paradise, and repeat

The 2 A.M Writer

Cut my chest open and peel back the skin

Y-incision to comfort me

My ribs a cage to my emotions

Want to pump me up full of Prozac?

Perhaps then I could stand to be around you

Brain rewired and circuit damage critical

Weeping and gnashing of teeth and a fried mental state

A maniac that's been bottled up and capped shut

Autopsy me over and over

Don't even wait for the scabs to form

With anxious delusions so bad an alarm clock is a bomb,

I jump 20 stories only to loop back up 30 more

Never ending cycle of pity and weeping

Can anyone hear me in this padded cell?

Trapped inside the membrane and destroying the nucleus

Blisters form and burst in place on scratched thighs

Maybe if you fry my brain further we can transcend the damage

Oh what the hell, might as well give it a shot

Can't hurt to hurt further when your already numb right?

Right?

Right?

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2016 01:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: Lately I've felt like I'm going nuts keeping things in or feeling like things are just getting too heavy. So what better then to slap some mindless dribble of words together at almost 3 A.M and try to make sense of it all? I think I need some sleep....zzz......zzz.....zzz....
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  • lysistrata

    We need to fry your brain and tongue
    Boil your eyes and lung
    Not to transcend further the damage,
    Right?


    You started at 2 am and finished at 3 am?! I see you enjoyed yourself...

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Ah, the weird musings of my fatigue induced brain that make me sound insane. Gotta love late night writing : )

    • Tony36

      Great poem



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