Skewed Through

I slash my own throat to float
on rhythm that evokes broke
like a disheveled boat still afloat
on a raging sea my heart emotes.

No words could I use describe
all lies deep in a trench a stench
still reaches the surface while I
sit on the beach on some bench.

I want to describe the sides of
my soul that is destitute control
is not mine and my faculties I
have I maneuver with no soul.

I’m staring into the distance I
do not move I just sit very still.
My stomach is nauseated and
my head remains very very ill.

All the words that flow from you
stink like a sewage drain old you
drew me a sky blue now through;
every second in my mind’s skewed.

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