Collapsible Tremors

Fold me up into a pile,

Stuff me in a box,                

It’s better this way,

To be packed away.

Being used hurts so much,

Simple flames are blown out with ease,

Why burn more?

Why feed the disease?

Go ahead blow it out,

You’ll feel no pain,

Without a doubt,

I still have my cane.

Tremulous tremors,

So unsure of themselves,

They hide,

They starve,

It feeds my pain.

Take the sleep bringers,

Shove them in your soul,

Close your eyes,

I’ll let them burn a new hole,

One that will watch my mind corrupt,

One that will take my soul and heal it up,

Just to skin it down again,

It will happen in the dark…