cold

 
hurting ache in my soul
sinful need causes me pain
I cry then curl inward
I'm no good

I look at the bright eyed people
I want to be like that
damnation's game wicked revival
I'm different I know it
I wonder if it's obvious
this soul hiccup?

worship the whore
insidious need inside me
I feed it
I feel I have no choice
not enough dopamine to cope
my brain goes on the fritz
synapses misfiring leaves me reeling
I genuinely hurt

bare without covering
vulnerability overload
it's so cold here