These electric veins are killing me,
Each spark reminds me to shoot again.
(This world seems so bleak right now,
I am isolated…
So I throw in the towel.)
Caged for an eternity,
I drown myself in blood.
I have become a part of this needle,
I am trapped in this mud.
(Why do I put myself through such affliction?
How did I come to have this Addiction?)
I feel this itch,
Like there’s invisible insects clawing at my skin,
They burrow, containing my body
I am too weak to repel,
so they crawl in.
Deeper they dig,
The harder I scratch…
The harder I scratch,
The deeper they dig…
(This addiction of mine,
Will erase my time.)
I live in a basement,
With six other people, In six different places.
The light is so dark,
I have never seen there faces…
I try to remember my life,
that was before this.
Until I fade away,
In this internal bliss
(But all I can think about.
Is my mind coaxing me to shout.)
This High that search for,
Is more than a low.
If I can’t free myself form all this procrastinating.
Then I deserve the result from this dive.
(The question is when I surface…
Will I be,
Dead or Alive…..)
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem