Sex·ore·xic

The world is spinning again

“Life” forming in a spiral above me

Swirling all the colors together

Dark clouds all around, all of the time

Out here

No one to touch

or smell

or taste

Just hearsay

Sightseeing 

of what 'human' means to be

I swirl in my facade you treasure so

Alive in your eyes 

Out with

Kids in the desert all fucked up  

I am the rotten core

Of what humans mean to be

You can armor 'em

tech 'em out

train 'em new

but in the end, in the morning, you still send 'em out to the desert to get all kinds of fucked up

they die in their arms

violence they never imagined

which stays with them

still the same old story

same old s**t, 

meant for humans to be

Inside your scattered insides

A lie becomes alive

Your hot and throbbing chamber

Your boy bleeding bloody hive

Meant to me to be for me 

Bruise from a witch who broke my bones

Bound me up and switched me out on my own

The beginning of a poem is a lump in the throat

The ending of a poem is a bump of coke