Spirals in Decay

The sorrow turns to pain, The
Pain brings back to the rain, The
Rain brings back the joy, The
Joy brings back the coy

son of a bitch
lashing out is just a hitch
every blow brings back the riptide
another crushing wave of empathy,
again I can't decide

take a shot
furthest thing from hot
looking in the mirror after years
Rain returns to pain
happiness or pain, it all brings back the tears

Can't decide again
stomach's acid rises
another bout of Deicide with the friends
introspection always grabs me with surprises
meaning nothing in the end

A voice to fill the space
a flutter o'er the airs
but when I look below,
prose turning purple,
the hole where my heart used to be
lets me dance amidst the void

Stay or go,
my problems follow
even though
they're all hollow

Another round
a final bout
naval gazing time travel
another terrible fantasy to unravel
the coy son of a bitch
Brings back the sorrow

In the cycle again
he finds himself between it all;
body wracked by the withdrawal
a final Leequest:
to watch the rain with you

--

Acid reflux is eating my stomach as I try and bang out something halfway meaningful for Modern Chinese Literature, a class I've disregarded because I've always been able to get an A+ on any of its assignments in 15 minutes.

Maybe I should stop obsessing over things that hurt me and turn to the ones that can be helped.

Stairwells

Iron railings, Facebook's bleating, YouTube's trailing, productivity's fleeting--

 I'm down the tunnel and maze again,
Far away from what I wake up to every day--
 In my mind my visage is not plain,
Away from reality my creativity never went astray.
 Blood fills my temples,
skidding iron my soul has stained,

When I reach the bottom of the stairwell,
My papers still need writing, my bank account's still drained;
When your Facebook Feeds your demon,
 every day is just the same.