Diving In

I got attacked by a memory the other day.

It was either you or it was Charles Bonnet.

Making me so silent during Sunday dinner with my parents.

Watching all my children make a mess on the rug.

Do you love the taste of misery?

Do you think that it looks good on me?

Do you think the color suits my skin?

I've never had a problem with diving, diving in.

This is making me impatient, I can't function like I'm supposed to.

Watching all my offspring, time bombs with my DNA.

Making me a recluse, infected with your parasite.

Watching all my insides as they slowly rot away.

Do you love the taste of misery?

Do you think that it looks good on me?

Do you think the color suits my skin?

I've never had a problem with diving, diving in.

It's making me so quiet, afterwards, when cleaning up the dishes,

Watching all you assholes talk religion while you're drunk.

Do you love the taste of misery?

Do you think that it looks good on me?

Do you think the color suits my skin?

I have never had a problem with diving, diving, diving in.

Never had a problem with diving, diving, diving in.

Diving, diving, diving in.

©2015 Megan Slankard