Defective

I devise sources of pain to satisfy my hungry soul,

There’s not a single way for me to become whole.

Expose myself to torment to fill the empty space inside,

I try to reach the state of the sublime

In such a strange distorted way,

Self-flagellation to prevent a slow decay.

I seem to crave for fast extinction

Just to stop falling for deceptions…

No meaning

When all the voices disappear,

When smiling faces are not near,

You’re all alone with your own fears.

This weakness you cannot deny,

And from this darkness you can’t hide,

The truth is you are not all right.

Invent some reason to believe…

Who are you trying to deceive?

(Feb. 4, 2013)