Black, Dark Shower Of Mine Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Healthy, typical, okay. A goodbye for a while?
Deleterious, atypical and everything queer. Hello friends!
Talk about my unknown idiosyncrasies. Well, luckily, public knowledge it is.
Where were we? Oh! My friends. I need your help.
Right about now...
I want pain with no blood and no hurt. I want frustration with my sanity in hand,
And I want regret with no actual deed at bar. I want them present, because I'm numb anyway.
My dear friends, diffuse your soul with this shower of mine. My mind aches for no sight, no touch or sound for a sense.
Just this vacuum of a world that will last for a while. Let your reputation precede you, be the out of this world type.
I need an out of this world experience. Black. Gothic. Be it all, for this moment, I'll have you all.
You got it. Of course you did! You're all in one. Black, dark shower of mine, wash them all away.
By the time you're done, a state of the art piece I'll become. Like a new creature out of its nurturing vessel.
No more anti or limitations, nothing short of exceptional. No is no longer my vocabulary because it's not in my dictionary.
Neither is it in my thoughts because it's a long gone memory. Now do your thing friends. Do your thing and let me live!