I don't want
we are incompatible.
and I want to be
left alone to my state. I want to wither. I want to be forgotten. I want to fade into the black abyss and never see the light
or anyone else's light,
I'm done with engaging the standardly happy;
I want to burst open my hot veins and watch the life of this putrid, wretched vessel drain. Franco
Anz--I want to kill him, I hate his cells, I hate his atoms, I hate his stomach, I hate his hands. I do
not want to be Anz anymore. And I want to rot. I want maggots and worms, and I don't want bones;
I want the nothing, not the teeth, or marrow, only particles of my skeleton dust to be floating in a stench, of flesh
You bore me, seeking to speak, surely, of rainbows and beauty?
I want to be left my island, and never pick up any evidence of the world or people on my shores
O let me drench in my darkness, solitude.
Just for a little while longer, I'll be back, I'll return and emerge to you my little moon
I'll bathe you in my sunlight in just two weeks time,
I''ll be back, I''ll return, but
for now--I am depression's favorite appointment, faithful husband to the fatigue,
the crippling sadness, and the prisons of shame, guilt, and interpersonal destruction
this season in my mind will be building for me!
I'm only visiting.