‘Tyler’s Poem’

Blinding lights guide me to fabricated happiness, 
daylights trauma momentarily numbed. 
Years of broken memories await me, 
hours of fun a worthy exchange. 
It’s the nights of ecstasy that calms my nerves, 
troubled womb an uninhabitable cavern. 
It is to think what it means to breathe, 
the latter easier with the former subdued. 
I find myself searching for a better tomorrow, 
today a misfortune I just have to live.
Casual conquests mimic a freedom, 
liberated orgasm an unsuspecting cell. 

Release me,
for I am tired. 
Release me, 
for I am dead. 
Release me, 
for I want to be loved. 
Release me, 
from my screaming head.