Writing Exercise #3

Forgive me for the noise,

But I can't stay shut down anymore

We need to hard reset this mechanism we call a friendship

My first mate now a hollow husk that has cocooned me

You shush me with the threat of self-destruction

I've been submerged in mud for too long

You've kept me sewn under threat of shutdown for too long

I won't stay blind with my eyes wide open anymore

A catatonic state of denial 

I can only blame myself late at night for your further sinking into the oil

Cut my tongue out again and again so that I'm numb to the action

As you slowly decay in front of me, my lips are sewn shut

Suddenly stitches cease to exist and I scream a buried thought

The machine has become too corrupted to save

I jam the adrenaline through your note

A final fuck you too your demons 

Call me a martyr or a bastard, it's for your own good?

It has been far too long of a storm

I only beg you'll thank me in the end