Sounds no one hears, images no one sees, pause and freeze, pass me a point please. I want drugs to feel higher than the stoicism I admire but despite my desire it’s not what I require.

There are demons in my head, I shared what they said, their power may spread but they still bleed red.

She taught me one thing, I’m still a human being, her death wasn’t on purpose but it drowned me beneath the surface. I tried my best to say goodbye but ironically memories don’t die thus you helped make me who I am by forcing me to be again.

I see you hanging there, tuck-taped blank stare challenging me not to care when you ruined him beyond repair. The pain isn’t gone, you just passed it along. Life isn’t wrong it just costs more than a song.

I see you laying there all contorted and burst open, beyond hoping, her screams the parting token forming the soundtrack of broken. In that you are still here, your torture was sincere, you jumped into the abyss but you didn’t disappear.

I see you drowning in crimson, cut into submission by your own incision, apologizing for your decision and that you put me in this position. Sanity is bleeding and the dialogue is impeding any sense of believing that trying is succeeding.

Collapsing chest, closing space, was this the best dream to chase? Scared, scared of being scared, scared of being unprepared. Self-aware of layer upon layer of a mind in need of repair. Time goes one way while my vision goes the other as I burn to learn from a past future to recover.