I've been found again. That little prick bitch has found me. Hidden behind bookshelves, sheltered by journals and camo-ed by the house I rarely leave but yet never quite occupy.
The sucking need of the noonday demon collapses my ribs as she pulls from within.
I'm alone in this pit where my pancreas should be.
I've left my flashlight home.
I'm 2 broke 2 buy wine and 2 fat 2 drown my sorrows in food, so I battle this bitch w methelphenedate and iced lite lattes.
Caffeine kicks and confounds the whore who comes 2 fuck me further inside this hell. I'm half energized but mostly nuts.
Ill take a walk and pray 2moro.
Ill pray I find the pace I need 2 find my way home.
Ill pray that the Lord doesn't leave me tho I've again left and forsaken myself.
I will tear my flesh and her lies.
I will find wind where there is none. I will write by lantern light in wooden farmhouse rooms.
I will get a job that pays for my madness.
Then I will break free from the lure of the vortex. Her situation pimped lies of relief. Her promises r of the devil.
This doesn't have 2 make sense. This vomit slop in my head.