It, I: uNmEaSurAbLe

it flows and it goes @ its own pace tidal currents I fail to race as it chops my judgment and I’m pulled under this sea of depression. it knocks and it pounds leaving marks in my skull @ frantic pace my dark rose of potential not to bloom.   it stings and it burns in my veins fountain waves of tainted blood my own spiked with manic poison to intoxicate my desire. it impregnates and multiplies in my womb of failure+dysphoria: (anxiety) ( paranoia)= increments of unmeasurable.


I cry and I regress @ your amusement my attempt to self-soothe rendered useless. i ruminate and i expose @ your instruction my damaged goods in dressy roleplay as you wished @ your disposal.