some bullshit out of my crazy mentally ill poetry journal.

"Pristine and heavensent---

a god:

birthed from golden pools of grace

as he spews his lousy 'poetry'.

If I were anyone sane,

I'd be kneeling at his feet,

begging for redemption.

If."

"Do you ever feel as though you're dying

when in reality you're more alive than you've ever been?

I suppose when you live your life with a heart that doesnt beat

it feels like a heart attack once it finally starts."

"an akaryocyte can never be redeemed.

so lo, here I lie, forever a hollow shell of the person I wish I was.

its comforting in a way, I suppose.

You get used to the cold of a dead body after living in one for so long."

"Berated and shunned, am I for my apathy, but are they not cold and apathetic towards me? 

They condemn me for being walled off, for hiding, when they've done naught but bare their teeth in a snarl.

Of course I'm afraid."

"I would set heaven

and hell to a flame for you.

should you ask me to"