Body unmoving; Prisoned in my own head I have felt this way for too long
My dark gown unraveled into wires Wrapping my body in nettles of fear I imagine to be love
An insect of misery wielding its web Into the crevasses of my skin Promising me I am okay
I am fine This inescapable feeling of nothingness tells me so Yet it does not move
Not for loss or love- or perhaps lust posing as love Which one is present; I do not know You will not tell
Yet this is what I have always earned for: The piece to appease my guilt Fill my emptiness and complete the puzzle that has no meaning
I follow you into this light or darkness I cannot tell For today I have woken seeing nothing.
*Authors note: this is the first part of a continuous story i will continue in this form. It's not necessary to read the later ones to understand, but they will add to the scenery I hope you read them as long as venture to read my other works!