Fear

My brain and guts
Feel like rotten cake,
I try to piece it all together
But it doesn't fit.
I dry cry,
Like a newborn.
Hoping to get hurt
A little more.
Tasting death
Beneath my tongue,
Terrified of what is next
To come.
I have no hope
To get myself fixed.
I'm a broken toy,
A cup of burnt coffee,
A deep and starving grave.
There's no day or time,
Little light or such,
I'm fully done
With all of it.
Everything is fear.