Doesn't it feel good to touch?

To roam your fingers over skin now dead from the trampeling of feet.

Color bleached by rooms abandoned by light,

Eyes blinded by tears.

Doesn't it feel good to scream?

Your voice like chains in my ears, you rattle not just my heart but my soul.

Padlocked to you I don't try to escape.

Doesn't it feel good to break?

Bending over to gain a new perspective,

i'm giving up.

My perspective is as cold as your own.

Darling doesn't it feel good to cheat?

To wrap her up in the same coffin you've built me up in.

it was over from hello.

Stranger doesn't this feel good?

To look at a woman you've forgotten under the skin of another.

I'm hardly human.

Monster doesn't it feel good?

to feed my paranoia and doubt,

encouraging my sanity to teeter on a ledge,

filling  my days with disgust.

Oh mirror.

I think i'm dieing,

and i'm a little scared,

but

does it feel good?