Bleakness
When there’s something you can’t hold
When what you are is not allowed
When the people you know best aren’t real
While the real people don’t know you at all
When your soul has gone off
Like a brown avocado
And the only thing in this world that feels right
Is the knife in your hand
Breaking the rules
Unleashing hell
Blade scrapes bone.
By another’s death
You acknowledge your own existence
You are alive
For a moment.
But what is left to fill
The countless minutes between stabbings
Except bleakness
Fresh Hell 