dust untouched

Walls Above

I set my gaze at the walls above,
Sanity's down low but 
the ceiling is high up.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and set my emotions and

feelings ablaze.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and wait for angels to save me
from my demons around.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and crumble as the tears
tell me I'm undone.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and bruise my own lips
maybe comparing to the hurt
I've been given by others' words.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and occasionally wonder to myself,
would anyone look at me at a casket
as much time as I look at the painted cement?

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and though my stomach is empty and aching
I surely am full with the lies
I've been fed as I am breathing.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and now I heavily regret;
setting my emotions on fire
only gave them more power.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and tell myself I'm more empty
than the plain walls of my room
that surrounds me as I drown.

I set my gaze at the walls above,
and ponder about anything that comes to me;
anything to make me feel anything,
Until I drift to sleep.

I set my gaze at the walls above,

and laugh,
and cry,
at how I am suddenly 

feeling
thinking
of nothing
and everything
and all in between
all at once.