Anti and matter battle in me
I live with my antimatter I live with it every day I collide, I rupture, I detonate I never cease to cease a catastrophe The matter and, the antimatter Are eating my white and, grey matter I’m yet to find- Which one is “friend" and, which one is “foe" matter I suffer minor explosions every day I heal myself in every way They say it’s not good to be anti-christ- a devil may enter through an unholy hole But fucking satan refuses to buy my soul He just sits in me Busy buying other mortal souls I can’t make a bargain I am too afraid of the darkness It(s)aint- going to touch my matter It(s)aint- going to blow my matter It(s)aint- neither a friend, nor a foe I still wake up with both colliding The moment my brain comes to know That it’s awake And still combatting a battle of reasons, anti or not Leaving me freakishly exhausted How am I, then, expected, to face the social nonsense? With the