Suicide From The Inside

Skinny love and telephone poles,
Earphones, paper, matches, coals,
Bones and water, salt and tea,
And coupons paying words for free.

It's pills and paint and smoke and night,
It's shivering hot in the dead of fright,
It's backtracking circles round your mind,
It's caught and tangled, intertwined.

It's wishing away the best you've had,
Protection from the bad and sad,
It's moving thoughts and changing days,
It's fizzling nights and backwards ways.

It's wearing shadows on your eyes,
Awaiting golden butterflies,
It's swimming, sweeping, from the tide,
It's cold, internal suicide.