Something About Decomposition

Starved myself for three days straight
Shot the acid into my veins
Took too much and came back to life
Gonna pray that God treats me right
Eyes focused on a day dream
When my mind wanders among the ghosts of the unseen
I’d rather bleed out while you find God
Than bury the memories and feel nothing at all
When I peek behind the curtain
I see my own fear
When I realize
That the end is near
I never became what I wanted
So I guess it’s okay
If the world’s still alive 
And I die today
Heart empty 
Let the angels pluck off my wings
Tell them to heal me
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me

Poet: Sage Vermont, He/Him, USA