Autopilot

I drink my coffee black in the morning, then hang myself to dry

Choking on my tongue, I’ll baptize these tears and swallow away my pride

On an ordinary whim, I’ll synchronize my sins and seek a place to hide 

Suffocating under the depths of my own presence, solitude is where I confide

I fold my laundry in the afternoon, then count the threads to pass the time 

Clawing lengths and widths of my body, I’ll grieve the pleasure of what is mine

I’ll bathe my thoughts to keep them clean, and disarm my inner enemies 

Cutting ties and erasing lines to trace a distant memory 

I brew my tea in the nighttime and add honey to make it sweet 

Twisting limbs to make myself smaller, I’ll rest my head against my knees 

For I am all that I have left, nothing more and nothing less

with a mind of its own that speaks to confess

The day will end, and I’ll pretend I haven’t lost my mind 

I’ll go to sleep to chase my dreams and leave the world behind