Bleed Through (poem)

Smuggle me out of the backdoor in blood
My pressure leaking from my pores
Watch me flood everything of yours
My legs like stone, I cannot move
And could I prove it, I’d die in peace
I’m better, I’m better, I’m best
Of all —
                When I don’t listen, nor absorb
The mediocrity all around me.
Smother me in all I’ve done:
The only thing I wish to hide is all of you.
Corrupt my dreams, and we can wake up
To the truth: that I have held it together
For peace — but peace is artificial.
Conflict bubbles up like heat rises:
And you know what they about physics;
It’s overwritten all the things I wish to do.
You know scientists have it all.
(They have nothing.)
Nothing is my domain:
No one understands it, nor ever will:
You can carry on living; I’ve got things to kill.