Mourning Skies

Inside

My throat closes
No more air to my weak lungs
As if I needed to waste the air
In the first place

I can't contemplate the choices
Laying in front of my eyes
Each waking morning decides for life

But the fatigue droops my eyes
Causes them to fall heavier and heavier
Weighed down with none but
The memories
Resurfacing like a once drowned body
Thought to have sunk to the bottom
Of my deep mind

Novocain to numb the pain
But no substantial degree
Only muting the storm inside me
But I can still feel the rumble of the thunder
I can see each magnificent flash of lightning
Behind my empty eyes

I'm more than alive
On the inside
I am molded into the cocoon
I wound around myself as a kid
So I could not let the darkness in
Only to have found
The darkness had come from
Myself