Tortured

oh, just shut up about that tortured artist

Bull crap.

It’s a very sideways thing to watch yourself get into these situations without repose

As you flip out and flip upside down and then upright, slammed, abruptly

To feel most alive during an extended period of agony & pitch blackness

No warm sun sensation

Only darkness so thick you feel it inching down your throat like molten molasses

Screaming with not a sound,

The first splash of paint like an iron skeleton around your very soul

Don’t touch that spiked tonic of tortured artist agenda

For it is laced with being alive,

You cannot comprehend that others can die and be forgotten,

And others live on, telling their stories over & over

nameless, but real

Darker than light can reflect.