Sitting

Sitting in my shit

Rotting inside my own head

Somehow lost but feeling dead

Still I sit in my shit

How can this be you ask of me?

You are not me

Therefore you can’t see

Why I dwell in my own stench

Why I feel this itch

Still I sit in my shit

Will someone come clean my wounds?

Lick the blood

Spoil the fun

Cheek to cheek

Ashes to asses

Come sit with me

Come sit in my shit

Darkness, dankness

The curse of it all

This is how I feel my wall

Still I sit in my shit