• Ready For Cake

    I tasted a tear and there wasn’t even salt inside
    I’m so tired of crying
    Burning and itching
    Heart bitten

    I argued with myself like a teenager
    You are going to regret this
    But I have to make sure
    I have to check for a pulse one more time

    I continue
    Come on it’s dead
    That false puff of air
    I love to love dead things

    I’m becoming crazy
    Wild and reckless
    Like I always do
    it doesn’t surprise me anymore
    As I watch myself go mad

    It’s becoming my ritual
    To shiver and bleed
    As I slice up the cake

    The knife is in my hand
    As I press on the frosting
    I wish I knew where to collect the strength
    To cut all the way through