Shredded mind,
bent moon light,
And voices taut and in confines,
between my ears, behind my eyes,
And my face is as tense
as my shoulders are bent.
Upended chest,
Heaving breast,
Caging the heart that is put to the test
by the thoughts that are playing with sanity,
And no one else can really see.
Knotted cords
and a twisted sword
tie the tubes in my abdomen,
and it lies tense with fear for when
my mind will snap and be forgotten.
Inch by inch,
it creeps and creeps,
The path is flat
but the fall is steep,
The voice taunt and laugh and tease,
Madness is like falling asleep,
Nothing matters anymore,
Free to walk, free to soar,
Because nothing matters anymore.
SK
A/N: this one is "eh". But we can't be perfect all the time:).
