Way Ward

Another Breath

If your thoughts are a hurricane;
And you don't know how to make the voices stop,
Which are keeping you up till 3 a.m.
Be afraid.
Because you are different.

Red rimmed eyes and dark shadows under,
Exhaustion rippling with each step.
All the energy drained away.
But you can't rest, you can't stop.
Because it would be like stopping your heart.
You have to write, you need to write.

You don't know how to find an end to that dark abyss;
You cannot be yourself, you are not yourself;
Because you are nothing and everything.
Void and a multiverse,
Trapped within a skin.

Unleashing the caged beast within;
Nothing is left with you but a symphony of words.

Oh ! How you love these words.
Their sounds, their way of speaking messages unsaid.
And how they taste on your lips !
And how you breathe them in !
Filling those places left empty,
Left broken by the world.

They say you like to read and write.
But they don't understand...

You even bleed ink.
Your mind is shattered;
But every piece has its story.
You have to read it.
You have to know it.

But knowledge; It's a powerful yet terrible thing to acquire.
And you are terrified of what you've become.

But you can't stop it.

Some things are so broken, so beyond repair.
Maybe you are one of those.

Ticking on borrowed time.
Living even after you've given up.

But you need to do it.
Even after you beg, those screeching voices won't stop.
They are driving you insane.
But you can't, will not let it happen.

Even if there's only a second left,
You'll still have another breath to take.