Untitled - Don't Ask

The passing of the month-
A day, a week, a year-
The solitude of trust
Still finds me shut in here.
A ghost that never lived
Or prisoner of fate,
Or broken doll now filled
With my own sorry state.
I truly have no words.
This plastic sheds no thoughts.
I simply write to swerve
That tangled mess of ruts.

In turn lets play a game,
Create a one-hit wonder,
A drama of no fame
To pass another hour.
Let’s say I want to pass
A tragedy of sorts,
Some random happenstance
That’ll make my face contort.
It’ll give me such new passion
Sensation never felt,
A bit of numbing fashions
To replace where emptiness dwelt.
Now tell me, is it wrong
To ask for death and plague?
I merely write a song
Of a hypothetical stage.

For such a wish must be dealt
The heavy blow of heart.
Relieve me of this realm;
Please tear my mind apart!