Submissions by Shadlock

They say depression fucks you during the day.
That's where you're different.
You only ever fuck me with the lights off,
in faceless silence.
I prefer the darkness.
Insomnia
provides me as a loyal companion.
Otherwise I sit and listen to white noise.
And the black and the white sound
Is quite fragile.
You're fragile.
You appear as something less.
But I guess that suits me just fine.
I don't need you to matter.
Because we're the same,
Meaningless, incoherent gibberish.
We thought we made sense.
I can't read your mind.
Just...

I'm sick.
He watched me take the pills.
He watched me swallow each and every last one
from my upturned palm.
You've taken too many, he said.
But doesn't everybody?
So, I am sick.
I am seething sickness.
I swallowed the damn things,
and then I threw them up.
He knew those sweet, soothing,
silencers.
I swallowed them and now
I'm sick.