my dark rotary

when will it be over. the dark gnawing at my scalp. the gravely inner voice whispering convincing lies. the devil on both shoulders, weighing mountains each. when when when.

when will i stop. leaving the lights on late at night. burning the midnight oil. letting my life go as the three of swords. the three of swords. piercing, painful. beautiful. deserved. i deserve this dont i. when will i stop.

when will it be over. the grey blur of weekdays. 9 to 5. the swelling migraine of being present. hate it here but refuse to change. i do. you do. what is wrong with everyone. when will something happen. when when when.

my soul anchor, rusted and severed. out of commission again and again. when will i call a star. Helios, Ra. light my dark rotary. when will they answer. will they. when. when when when.