I went outside to hit myself.
I realised I don't think about
Myself that much.
The sun did it for me,
Stabbed me warm and orange.
I stared at it until it was all
Eventually blue. Everything.
My vision being desaturated,
I loved it for once.
I had to love it, for if I didn't
Then how could I try
To not be upset.
My garden door made me float.
Passing through grey
And watching myself.
I see as I walk across stairs
Or nothing. I don't know.
Aware of my bed,
I know. But,
I do not care.
I went inside to see black.
I loved it.
To see my eyelids fall down
And block my sight.
Slowly, blurry,
Drunk. Seeing fumes
Smoke up at night
And blaze the air, waging
War with nothing. My body.
My arms inextricable
Across my bones.
I faded out,
With the moon.
