write me away

Oh pen, spur the tortured words from the darkest depths of my soul. Bring them forth, and spill them over the page, an oil slick made from anger, jealousy, hurt, pain. Swirl your point in the few iridescent rainbows till they are as black as the hollows of my eyes. As black as sin.

Let the words corrupt the very fibres of the page, till the paper itself is poisonous to the touch. Till it is infected with the sickness.

Then let the sickness spread. Let all who touch my infected prose contract the sickness, let the anger, jealousy, hurt, pain, spread to every mother, child, teacher, lawyer, social worker, world leader; let it be an epidemic. An epidemic of suffering. Let them all know what it feels like, to live within the incessant whirlwind of turmoil that is my mind. Let them all hear the white noise, that is like nails down a chalkboard. Let them taste the bitterness of guilt, and shame.

And let them weep. Let them weep! The poison of your words incensed by ink of tears. Let them weep till their tears run black with anger, jealousy, hurt, pain. Till their tears are as black as the hollows of my eyes. As black as sin. And all infected with the sickness will know each other, by the scars of black running down the sides of their face. And when all are branded by the rivers of black tears, when the sickness has overcome us all, then I will belong.

Then I will belong.