Planets Out Of Whack Poem by aric wilsie

Planets out of whack
Nothing I say matters
Anymore
No cure
So used to quiet moments
I forgot how uncomfortable
Life can be
Sigh...again
Waiting
For you to kill yourself
And it's all to real
All to often
That these rants
Slip out
As your eyes slit
Like two deep cuts
Beg me
To afford you
That comfortable silence
Peace in obscurity
Unsure
But now I
Through the red flicker
Come
It's all a boy can do
To maintain
This ever pressing life
Poor blood relative
Is that you
In the bathroom
Dieing
Crying
Killing the last little peice
Of yourself
Whilst I record
An idle minds
Sortid lament
To a pretty princess
Led astray
Trying to remember
How to net
This fix'd fling
That
I seem to be
Flailing in