Never again
Will I build
Never again
Will I create
Never again
Will I repair
Never again
Will I know peace

Constant interaction
Never allowed alone
A prisoner
In my own body
Saturation of people
Are the steel bars
Locking me away
Safety
From my uniqueness
Safety
From my quarks
Safety
From precious solitude

Don’t stand
Don’t talk
Don’t look
Don’t break
Don’t need
Don’t feel

The crimes against humanity
The inhumaness
Of quiet
Of solitude
Of creating

But I got a blade
But I got salt
A little slit
A little drip
A little blood
A little rub
And I can be okay
For another
Little while

The age brings the sleep
More exact
The age brings the need
The necessity
The reality
Recovery is in sleep
and I can no longer recover
In one sleep

Two nights
Two heavy sleeps later
And then
The caffeine brings life
The heart spools up
The blood boils over
Ready for the life
The day brings

My skeleton is amped
Ready to burst out my skin
Yearning to soak life
Into brittle bones
My blood seeking a release
The steel through the skin
The burn of the salt
To bring the relief
For my anxieties

One more sip
And the day is good