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warning: eye irritant
closed,
locked,
from the inside
swallowed into the dark abyss
i can still hear them,
the voices of death,
screaming
where lies and obsession feeds
the hole digs deeper
in which lies a hunger for something
deeper than food
where numbers control my freedom
and i still float
with porcelain gods
into caloric dreams
they
all
float
down
here..
decay,
like my body
from the inside
and if, for you
i could relinquish the feeling
i would tell you how it feels
to taste death
but i am forbid to tell
the secrets
of my prison
house..
