SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES

Egomaniac

I've lost my membranes,

will you help me to find them?

My egos are permeating into each

other, and I can't remember how to 

keep myself straight.

   

Qu'est-ce que c'est, tu me sens?

I'm convinced my entire world is an

existential crisis.

  

Out-of-hand currents

out of hand, untouched,

looking for something to surge through but

I'm afraid of unleashing that power

so it festers

  

stagnating

through my inner monologue,

into my bloodstream, my lungs.

Suffocating obsession,

I am

  

Life needs stimulation to change but

the inside of my heart is still ground and

I think I'm locked up in here.

I was born in captivity, neatly 

assembled and aspiring, then

something fell apart and I don't fit

that mold anymore.

  

The devil stands on my

hip bones but I flick him off with

my tongue.

Though these words sound like

logic to me, they fall off the brain

for some and so

I know what it means 

to be lost in translation.

  

Thing is, I'm more comfortable here

even when there isn't air to breathe

because I can at least collapse in on myself.