Psychosis

You want me to breathe,

Sleep in, and see

Your name, your soul

Our name, our soul

I’m dead

I’ve been dead

Since I realized

I’d cut the words you spoke, straight into my eyes

So I can dream

I’ll always dream

About the psychosis you’ve instilled in me

For a universe so wide

To barely ever fit me

Or the world I’d gift you

The stars I’d chase as wishes are made

I’d steal their light

And destroy folks’ wishes

To spell your name out in the skies

There’s a sense of nausea

A passionate disgust

As your fangs bite paradigms into me

So much that I’d suck my own blood

Should I ever miss your voice

Darling, I hate you with a passion

Darling, should God ever fathom the extents I’d go for you

He would know that not even He is safe.