"getting through the day" Medication
mundane tasteless burning
blasphemous Ambrosia
but It can't harm you
wake up shameful to shuttered Sun
strip the bandages off
flush sticky Skin
but It can't hurt you
the cyclical sickness constantly grows
Ophelia's getting old
the world is drowning with Her
but It can't kill you
Color with the bright crayon for once instead of the carbon black,
See the stunning sky for once instead of your worn out scummy shoes,
Grin to gummy bears for once instead of frowning on the flawed,
Sing to those schmaltz songs for once inst
Two thirty ante meridiem
She looked up to the night sky
Watching Betelgeuse flaming
Red upon Orion's shoulder
Lying on her back
Damp grass soaking her clothes
Life made her an insomniac
Morpheus paid her no visits
Mind flooded with thoughts
She feared nothing
Other than Leviathan swallowing
Her precious musings
That's all you have when you're alone
That categorical imperative
Ruling over your conscience
The lonely voice inside your head
Mosquitoes bit her bare limbs
She was still staring
Unmoving
Counting stars like a hopeless romantic
Blinking she realized
The mobius strip of the universe
And knew she could not count a