Closer

You are that much closer to evanescence,
when the only person who takes pictures of you is yourself.

You are that much closer to happiness,
when you’re mind is drunk in oblivious delirium and manipulation.

You are that much closer to falling in love,
when eviscerating another person’s heart becomes mundane.

You are that much closer to psychopathy,
when you can’t recognize the face you see in the mirror.

You are that much closer to being healthy,
when your words are colder than ice, and hotter than desire.

You are that much closer to oblivion,
when you can’t feel pain anymore.

You are that much closer to being fucked in the head,
when you can’t touch a cat without the urge to crush it with your hands.

You are that much closer to being an idiot,
when you think everyone else is sane.

You are that much closer to being tired,
when the shit that goes on on the street is a coffee shop TV show.

You are that much closer,
when you are that much closer.

You are that much,
when it has really been that much more.

You are that,
when people can’t help but look.

You are,
who you think you are.

And even then…

You
Are so close,
They can taste you
as you sleep uneasily.
And all that fucking salt you are
will only make their hearts stop.
dead.