Poetic

I am not in a poetic mood

In fact my need annoys me

I don't feel anything

And yet I am the queen of trying

I am not in a poetic mood

But my heart and mind scream write it down

I don't feel anything

And my body feels the suppression

My artful expression

Is killing me slowly

As I am chained to beliefs

I have made frozen

I am not in a poetic mood

Because I believe in it no longer

I don't feel anything

And yet my eyes, they hunger

I am not in a poetic mood

And my logic drowns my thunder

I don't feel anything

And my spirit feels like death

Can you smell the drug of it on my breath?

Can you hear me swallow it?

Can you see my tongue reach out and lick the remainders from my chin?

Can you feel my feet as they stomp this dirty heap?

I am not in a poetic mood

I am the definition of cynically inclined

I don't feel anything

My footsteps make a line

I am not in a poetic mood

My subconscious is crawling under dead skin

I don't feel anything

Can you blame any human for this?