Malevolent Euphoria *Poem*

Am I a spirit? Am I a being? Am I the one to change? Am I a ghost? Am I a creature? Am I alive? Am I a prophet? Am I a God? I am a problem. Can I break it? Can I break the need of an answer? Can i break the need of the truth? But it is not right. It is abnormally euphoric? Why does the malevolent thought make me euphoric?… I am breaking. I have lost my identity. My identity has spilled and has lost its shape. I am evolving. I can change. The “euphoria” is the wrong… Am i even someone to befriend?

No…

I am lost, I am frightened, I am confused, I am drained.

Drained of my livelihood…

Why? Just stop! Stop trying… Stop crying… Stop drying… Drying away my lively soul.

No I can’t! Now leave me to myself… Why? I DEMANDED A STOP! I have lost compassion… Give in or not its my “euphoria”…

Yes…
Why?
It’s wrong…
Yes…

It is…