Deficiency

and in my darkest moments 
I like my music quiet, 
barely detectable,
a secret like the rest of me.

it feels like-
knowing to be still,
to hold your breath-
triple agent in psychosis.

I think
(every other passing moment)
about the end,
or what happens after it. 

I think about if I 
came here deliberately,
on purpose-
but I already know

I think about 
what I'm not doing
and what I am doing
for evil.

my arms are 
scarred and tattooed,
wrinkled in time,
abhorrent in character.

This wasn't the 
soapbubble universe
where I was beautiful-

Reviews

[Franky]

This is a terrific summary and realistic view of the wild, nutty world in which we live. I like this!