poetry wow so femcel 🫤

icarus

my own passion burns me
dwells me further into the hole
and none can drag me out
my vision is black, wind cuts my face
and my heart comes spilling out of my chest
but i can't stop it; i am not me
i'm the third person observing thee
i have no form, i can only think
of how how a human can turn out this way
i dive deep into the meaning, philosophy
but i come up with a mouth devoid of words
nothing can help, there is no explanation
unless, perhaps, it's me; i am the reason
peering from the opening of the hole
knowing i'm safe, that i will never fall
but that girl so deep, screaming at me
a shame i can no longer hear her...