Im A Crushed Soul That Hides Under The Guise Of A Monster. Cold And Unfeeling, Unimpressed By The Rest

I’m a crushed soul that hides under the guise of a monster. Cold and unfeeling, unimpressed by the rest of humanity. Eventually the monster retreats and exposes the broken truth.

(I really like your work. Hope this isn’t too awful.)

“Your ghost suffocates me

when any thought of you fills my head

because mazes of memories appear

like the overflowing bath water

of an electrocuted pessimist

that soaks and drips

into the poor dweller’s kitchen below.

It suffocates just as the steeped smell

of charred limbs and vivacity

clings to the corporeal world

of the next unfortunate tenant

who’s locked into a lifelong contract.”

   -EL

Can’t we find each other again?

EL

“The bones under my skin

mock me as if to say

try again and again

and again

and again

and again

because I feel them as you

feel a lover’s body under yours.

But they’ve taken to hiding

like a scared child lying

under a bed in a home

they don't recognize.”

  -EL

“I grew up having the life

drained out of me from menial tasks,

day in and day out. Trying to survive

to the end of the week, every week.

I’ve wasted hundreds of hours lying

in bed, watching the fan, picking a blade,

and following it like the lost puppy I am.

It’s become routine to break down

on the side of the road and flip everyone off

as if it’s their fault. Going through life

with a burning cigarette in my free hand.”

   -EL

I have been here three weeks, And the melancholy scares me. Sitting on a designated chair, With these four walls surrounding me, As if taunting, saying, "You can't ever get out, you know you can't" I try to look at the bright side, I try to make myself feel content, I try to pass the time But deep down I know, The melancholy will always scare me. ~A.G.

Yeah. And it will always be there..