My Malaise

Musik: I Want My Innocence Back - Emilie Autumn
Klieden: Jeans, red hoodie and spotty socks
Filme: The Shining (Kubrick)
Buchen: Self-reliance by Emerson (technically an essay but it's hardcore and so the only thing I've been reading this week)

I've been playing with this poem for a while. I wrote it a fair bit ago, just kept on tweaking. I guess I'll probably continue to do so, even after I post it but I am quite happy with this version for now.

My Malaise

Thick sheets of rain, they are the pain,
It falls like lighter fluid, to set me alight, set me alight!
Oh, make my body turn and burn,
To a shrivelled pile of bone;
Then take the bone and crush it to dust,
Then take the dust and scatter it away,
Let it blow in the winds, let the winds choke on me,
For I am noxious, toxic;
I will scorch your very skin.
I will make you hurt.
You cannot imagine my potency;
Screaming, crying, heaving;
You will almost certainly die from it.
Stars like meteors fall upwards from the ground…
Heavy, heavy, heavy,
Blasting the very earth with the utmost mirth.
Molten lava at sub-zero,
Frozen in action, frozen forever.
A soft little rose in the centre,
A soft little rose,
Oh, little rose;
Die like everyone, everything, anything else.
Watch as my skeleton bursts forth from my skin.
Watch as it gets back in.
I have no heart, no lungs, no blood-
Why should I have need of them?
My heart; it was stolen,
By the most glorious ghost.
But she’s a ghost, she’s a ghost-
See-through and, more importantly, dead.
My lungs they were filled to the brim,
With the hot tar of hell,
They melted within me.
And my blood?
Well, I drained it all from under my skin;
It was like a fountain, a river, a lake,
Thick, slow and magnificent.
Exquisite;
How it makes me ache,
It is the most beautiful agony I have experienced.
I only hope one day,
You can feel it too.