Streamy Poem

Choked
Despotic I lay in lame,
silently subduing,
gorilla arms make barbells
on my throat, in my halls.

Details
swimming like the salmon,
but they are all dieing,
scales are falling off and the
rivers are way too low.

Pulsing
 intergalactic star light
feeding my insecurities
telling me whispering madness's
wincing at their truth beams before falling back to blackness


Can
I forgive the people who really judge me
vs not letting go of the hatred.
the only one who needs to accept
is the one voice in my head I can not control.

Control
always just missing
pressing the right buttons
once in awhile I get it just right
then I think about it too much

You
only one who brought me
edging on the precipice
makes me want to jump off
can you give me a reason?