Remote

It’s a stab in the muscle that is my heart
Every breath burns through my throat
Leaves a taste in my mouth nasty and tart
Time seems so far away and remote

This beating in my chest feels so false
The flowing of blood feels stopped
My fingers, searching, can’t find my pulse
I didn’t notice when the temperature dropped

Everything that touches my skin is so crude
Every sound that reaches my ear is revolting
All the pictures on all the walls look so skewed
All the thoughts leave my head as if molting

I just want to walk out through the door
There is a throbbing I feel in my brain
I don’t care much for oxygen anymore
It seems like such a waste and strain

All this pushing and pulling for what
Just want to scream and not think and feel
So many loose strings need to be cut
Would it be weird if I said life is starting to peel?