Skinning my senses

[vinnyq]

I squeeze the world and
Drip it down my throat.
All I breathe is a bloody mess.
Survival is for the emotionless.

The beauty of love
Is lost to jealousy,
With possessiveness and anger
Mutually, one destroys the other.

We forever struggle
Blindly in the field,
Using love as a distraction against
The unpleasant, mere pleasure stimuli.

Cruel words perhaps
But look into you,
With simple observation it is
Failure to see the truth in you.

Coming up for air
Need to inhale but
All I breathe is a bloody mess.
Sever my bleeding senses as I drown.