High
Sitting there in silence
Resting weary head
Tears streaming downward
Dull noises in his head
Sentiment a defect
This known since birth
Yet he cannot stop it
Like the turning of the Earth
Rubber and metal
And body meet
In one
A blissful reunion
Akin to rising sun
Heat flushes upward
Brain seizes to spin
Sounds, and sights, and smell
Soon lose their repulsing
Acrid everything
Food can be eaten
Crime scenes can be braved
And life can move on
He can become semi human
And then like a burst of light at the end of a long train tunnel
Comes his blonde haired savior
The knight in armor made of jumpers and steely blue eyes
Surly glares and full body laughs
Dimples and lashing hands
Angry, venomous words and exploring hands, eager to find the source of his pain and fix it
His lovely blue eyed knight, come in from long battle
Weary from unforgettable sights
But his knight is not only in need of fixing
He heals as well
Destroys the syringe
Drains the bottles
Snaps the rubber tie
And then he heals him
Waves soft hands over unsteady, inconsistent dream filled sleep
Makes the monsters retreat for another night
Allows him to tell what little he can off his disjointed childhood
But then he most go
Leave his knight and disappear
And the monsters lash out
Vengeful for the mistreatment
And he must hunt down his goto gal
And drain the little bottle
Expert movements dictate his actions
All leading to the inevitable
Flying
Shimmering
Majestic
And then the fall
Slippery slope
Leading to his demise
And all with the knowledge
His knight never was real
A figment of his imagination
A delusion of a mind
Withered
But still
High
