Porcelain Lips of the Kraken

A touch of surrealism in self-introspection, a voyage through a dark and tormented soul's psych

I couldn’t find the peace and solace

Couldn’t find the pieces and reassemble my mind

Didn’t know how else to tell you

I guess the lies have been sown into your skin,

Sprouting lilied apples that kiss the dawn of crimson heads.

It’s me against me

The worst of all enemies

A 'woe-is-me' drama-queen in the closet,

Full of self-loathing quality.

I’ll wash away this filth

I’ll wash away this stinking filth

Just promise me you’ll try again

Promise me you’ll give in again

I’ll just sit here and cry

I’ll submit, I’ll get down on both knees 

Abandon social life, society

I’ll swallow orange oblong-shaped pills

And indulge a wordless ecstasy.

Just use the dye from inside my skin and make me like a tragic canvas

Painted so deeply from illusions within.

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Second chances are second choices

Second-handed by the second daughters and sons

Of two-bit whack-jobs and two-faced junkies

Second-guessing everyone.

Author's Note

Quirky title, I know :]

If this were a song I imagine Maynard from Tool/A Perfect Circle singing this.

Reviews

[Vela June (or aira isan..]

The italicized were easy enough to recognize as the "dark drug-addict self" so you need not have to say it to the readers, I believe. It could just be me understanding your piece.
Your write holds a lot of self-torment- definitely fits in with the psychological theme. There's a strong pull from the dark side and I could easily feel that. For a moment, I felt as I was the narrator and am no longer just reading, but experiencing it myself.
I'm really intrigued with your title choice. Why "Porcelain Lips of the Kraken"? I'm still in the dark as it how connects or it even connects at all.