“It’s hard to crawl out of my head”
You said…

I get it

Yet, your reasoning sickens me

Come one, come all
For the circus is on tonight

Funny

It’s funny how those who act like lions
are the very ones eaten by their own thoughts

When I was green and blue
and creased,

And drowning
There were no expectations, no asks

Why is it when other people’s worlds
collapse
There they are,
sudden rulers of the universe

You’re a torture device,
Poe’s pendulum
The persistent ticking between my eyes
A faulty tap

No

You’re the silky tear that’s dried out with time
Every Planck, collected into never.