The shape of the world mirrors my spine
Warped and cracked from many lonely nights
I look inside to find the lie that I see in others’ eyes
The void tickles my peripheral vision
An alien seduction drawing me in
Stroking me at the dinner table as my family goes placid
My eyelids close so no one can see
The disgust and pleasure I give into
We are cruel and chaotic and finite
There is no meaning but there is an ending
You will not dream because you can not hope
Feel my weight atop you, the relentless pull of the deep
Your bonds disintegrate, your love curdles
Why do you sleep so much
It is the appetizer for death
A taste of what you wait for
The only infinite there is
Poetry Overdose 