Y E L L O W_

peace of mind

A nd it's all a big mess, really

  because we all smell like abuse

  and we all taste like violence

  we try to cover our traces and tastes

with cigarettes and ethanol

and petrol and perfume

but in the end

when we lay in terrorized beds

and dream of attacks

in the end we all smell like abuse

we drown in voices and memories

gasping for peace of mind

pray pray for peace

pray for peace of mind

but wars don't end overnight

so in the end

we wake up and taste like violence

and search for comfort in toxins

find nightmares in the daylight

and end up where we fled from

sleep is like a punishment

we can't run

we can only endure panic attacks

and sheets drenched in sweat

the escape we hope to find

leads us to waking up

and smelling like abuse

in the daylight we can hide

from the terrors of the night

but the sun always sets

and the moon always rises

and we toss and turn

drowning

and it's all a big mess, really.