Hair’s on fire

Heart’s beating outta my chest

I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode

Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh

Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares

Fists punching me, hard

Lashing in…

…lashing out

Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ?

This

is

All

so

Fucked

I’m sacred. I’m profane.

I am everything—I am nothing.

He did this