call to death

thesis is over, and i have lost the drive to think, to write.

they laugh, shake me down, ask me to loosen up. but i can't. without the tension i slacken and feel no drive. i have been stretched taut, warped; i can no longer be as the norm. slackening, i feel the void, the absence of stress that weakens. i need the pull, the invasion, the infusion of energy that comes from pain.

come inside, control me, pull me apart. force me to my ends, make me die. i have been left alone, left to revive, but i wish for death.



i once was dead, but now am alive
was Yours, but now i'm mine.