I am ill once more,
Sickly and unnatural,
Taking deep unsteady breaths,
This disease takes over my body
I am nauseous once more,
I want to part my lips,
Let the poison fall,
The vomit of my soul
My head hurts once more,
Full of dark and twisted thoughts,
In nature of which I can't resolve,
This migraine of insanity
I lie awake once more,
Bodily aches envelop me,
Muscles feel so torn and shattered,
The insomnia of my empty pit
I am scared once more,
Terror shakes my rationale,
I shake with unseen pain,
The monsters feel too close
I am anxious once more,
A million times over I feel this way,
Questioning every detail of my small existence,
The dusty bridge of sanity
I dream of leaving once more,
How peacefully I would go,
No longer trapped in my mind of hell,
The blissful relief of ended time
I ache for purpose once more,
Yearning for motivation to spill from my eyes,
And into a new beginning,
The bell of finished hours
I wear my fingers out again,
Words caressing my face,
Spilt phrases on a canvas,
The art of broken glass
