I am nothing this noc
A rare disturbance
A human coil of turmoil
No one ever loved
They just whipped
A human cigarette butt
Burned up
Tossed away
I feel like a blank page
No words to scratch
Just crooked lines to scribble
Blood-spent quill
Scratching emptiness
Yet a rage inside
To be comatose
In a world on overdose
To be unfelt
To be unmatterable
To be but a thorn in someone’s eye
That is I
This warm noc.
cereal after sex 
Your thoughts?