You cannot break a 500 ton statue
it only takes a look
or the tone in your voice
and the dark feelings start in again
first in my toes
slowly creepy up my veins like used motor oil
making blood flow difficult and
my legs start to itch
but it is so deep in my muscles even the sharpest knife can’t scratch it
my knees begin to buckle as pressure builds in my legs
the muscles are to weak and itchy to attempt to move
my stomach knots into balls being kicked from side to side destroying my insides
my arms feel tense and robotic
and my shoulders are stuck in a slouch
the flow of blood has completely stopped
and its replaced with the dark sticky sludge
that weighs down my body like being filled with led
i’m so anxious i can’t breath
my chest feels like i’m laying underneath a pile of scrap metal
my head pounds and i can’t think straight
my ears only pick up on negativity
and my brain WILL twist every word I hear
until it knows I am as numb as possible
everything looks for far away
and I just can’t reach it
i can’t open my mouth i can’t tell you how this feels
because the sludge has reached my tongue and is now setting in.
it taste so fucking bitter
I know what you want to hear but unfortunately
I’m full of hard dark sludge
I’m a fucking statue
I don’t feel any thing.
