I will not be possessed

The only spirit I want to house within me is my own.

God sounds like a necromancer.

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I’m broken and I need

Nothing. I need no one. Or rather, I need too much. I hate that I need anything at all.

If it takes forever, I’ll die trying to abstain.

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Where did all the flowers go? Some time passing.

Once were all open, now they’re dead or forgotten.

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I should go away, but how far off into the distance?

I try to escape, but it doesn’t matter how far

For they follow me, like I’m a dream.

And it starts all over again… I corrupt their once pure hearts.

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I’m mended, or amended,

Nobody. I need no more. Or rather, I need too little. I hate that I feel anything at all.

If it takes forever, I’ll die trying to erase the essence of me.

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Upstart. Downpour. Upstream. Download.

Bury me, bully. Locked heads, totoro.

Impaled through the soul,

My solar plexus bleeds ichor.

The black hole son was a daughter.

The yellow rays, her bile.

Empty me, make me forget.

I wish to negate my wake again.