Pulse

We parted ways silently
Inaudible, intangible, carefully
Life has been lighter since you left,
but my brain seems boring without a mess

Empty but healthy
I'm fine and sadly
I'm craving for disaster, for misery
Want to burn and rip my skin so I can see what's underneath

This body isn't something I own

Trapped in a reality that twists and twirls yet is perfectly still
and I wonder why I was put here
Dig my fingers until I feel blood that will paint this perfect canvas into an imperfection
Just so that the hurting of my pulse can laugh at me - and I,

I'll laugh back