choking insanity

poison thoughts

my lips of poison and feelings of sorrow,
i can't help but crackle at my own thoughts,
my words of malevolence
      wraps around you - are you suffocating yet?

i try to be okay,
i try, i try, i try, and i try (until i don't).
plastic smiles and overdone sayings bleed from my insides and out onto this so called society, and
are you drowning yet?

hysteria seems to be following me to my grave,
yet so do you,
maybe i tickle myself with lips of poison and feelings of sorrow, because i want to be set into the overwhelming heat of hell.
am i there yet?

my thoughts are murdering my entity,
and i'm slowly choking on insanity.

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this is already a mess but anywayssss