shock therapy

Who am I?
Sometimes I try to recall
Averting my weak will from its desperate immolation
Betraying my bold boyish brash and opening the source of introduction
My soul
So alone, as darkness to blindness
As ignorance to love
The pity I feel for myself… tasteless bitterness
My energy against gravity
Allowing the momentum of one foot fall to the next
Dry, the rainless puddle of my desire
Barren as a sad thought on a blissful day
Somewhere in between love and longing, I slumber
Sleeping, the duty of the numb
If only I cloud burn, feel the surge of sense rush my barricades
Scorch my chilled motor
Sweat out the bloodless thumper, frostbitten and stilled in time
The racing flush of heated breath
Oh! To flavor the nostrils with scent!
Non-sense!!!
It is my hearse…. Early to grave, never to rise
Empty inside where nothing hides
Where am I?
Memories branding my frosted form
Extending joy buzzers to jump-start my flat line
Can I help how my circuits sizzle?
Eroding into a unity of static clottage
Coagulating constantly… to less
Draining into thick
The pit is I
How can I climb out?!!!