the far side | poetry

24: too much sense

i'm not feeling like myself at all

the edges of my face are shivering

my eyes are bloody from a bawl

i can't feel anything at all

i close my eyes to get a grip

of these emotions wrecking me

tried to make sense but it just rips

my heart out for you to see

don't dare put a finger on my skin

these bloody juices will come out

give me another shot of that gin

and just take this simple route