I Think

Its so deep,
its to the  bone.
I can see the white meat.

I did not mean to do it this way,
this time, but it occurred.
I could say an accident.
Two cars crashing in an intersection
is an accident.
That's why you own insurance.

This music,
its so loud.
I don't know the words,
I can't recognize the melody.

I don't think I need help,
but I do recognize some of the steps

I can't,
I won't ,
be here again,
its far too hard.
Occupies too much of my time.

My mind my thoughts,

the air is on the white meat,
and it burns,
cut clean
no blood,

I can't stand,
my mind is foggy,

I know this dance

I think