Society is the Iron Fist
Blood pools
At the end of the stairway
Caressing me
Welcoming me
Into eternity
I fall and shatter
Into millions of fragments
So that nobody
Can ever uncover
Me again
I crave the sweetness of death
The warm afflictions of the razor
Against my skin
Itching to kill
Wanting my life
I need to feel a warm embrace
To know
That I am wanted
But I'm not wanted
Not here not now not ever
The everbearing weight
Of society
Crunches me
Under their boot
And conforms me to a new light
I don't want this
I never wanted this
If I would've known
If I could've fathomed these horrors as a fetus
I would've been stillborn