Lost Interest

I hear the thunder

Distantly on top of me

Reminds me of

Falling bombs

I curl tighter

Within my blanket

A safe solitude

To protect me from the world

Sheer, bone deep

Exhaustion, eating away

At my will

My strength

Churning stomach

Pounding head

Don’t talk to me

I just want to sleep

Thunder crashes

On setting darkness

Wanting me back

I am almost willing

Loosing interest

In all I enjoyed doing

Words still flow

But there is no passion

Do I want

The sick pleasure

Of teeth against skin?

Not really no

But does it seem tempting

To watch blood flow?

Quite honestly

Yes