A jumble of thoughts

hunt is like a game

an enigma

of codes and games

hurt is like a hunt

paradise

for the sadistic

heaven

for masochism

Lies lost among

strange heaps

needles and pins and straws

it's a silver

safety pin

bloodied and rustied straightened beyond

repair

this is what we do,

what we live

what prevents us from

futile forces

the never-ending

cycle of drug abuse

the endless use of knives

and pains

and the sickening

color of blood

and the metallic stench

running with water like

yin and yang.

this is it,

our prime purpose in life.

Peaceful times

Close your eyes and

Forget. . .

About every

fucking

thing.

Studying Physics

A stack of notes.

Post-its

and the steady beat

of alternative rock.

bottomless drinks,

unlimited caffeine

chips as such

keeping up, keeping awake

Slowly,

the eyelid fell,

drooping.

Slender necks easy to break

until with a snap

it came crashing

like broken rod.