A Plea to Miss Destructo

You powder your nose
Put gin in your morning grapefruit juice
Eat less
Cry more
That damn cough won't go away
You're terrified

Can't tell if it's all of you that's dying
Or one tired part
Don't know if this urge to finish
Is a push to the end
Always holding your morals up for examination
Making mental notes of discrepancy
Feeling so bad
But it tastes terribley good

Alone under the fort you created
Purposely on an anti-social climb
Baring your fangs at the help
A force you created in happier times
Were there ever really any?

When you sleep you dream in abundance
Of ghosts that scream bloody murder
And shadows who don't know their place
Get better
Take your vitamins
Make some attempt at being human

Stop thinking of the razors
They never bring peace
Leave the past alone
It's an uncurable disease
Cancer of the soul
Eating up ambition
Walk away from your intangible fantasies
Walk away from it all right now
You know exactly what will happen
If you keep on prodding at the beast

 

Quit poking the damn thing, then, and train it to the saddle! A little indulgence and gentility go a long ways...

 

pretty creepy. I think you captured that slow sinking feeling that is death, that wondering if this cough is the cough that kills you. I like the message too, good job