Every exit is closed,
Attempting to scrape through the concert with finger nails,
Escape from this re-run,
claustrophobic in my own repetitive sitcom,
scared walls will compress what is left of my sanity,
scream cry, anything to feel less flustered!
I am sinking, I have yet to hit true rock bottom,
itâ??s creeping
run with the pride,
sever all ties,
Fight, embrace the struggle,
character building, monumental
Emotion control,
clean up crew, maintain stability,
Confused, the lack of positive light is pressuring me to do something drastic.
â??Love will keep us togetherâ?? ha.. Pitiful that that is the option that flows through me.
I weaken..
Building pressure,
the pull towards the light at the end of the tunnel is diminishing,
chase, crumble
Fall, in to pieces to relieve the pressure
float to the gorund like snow,
run till my ankles weaken,
cement grates my feet down to bloody nubs at the ankle,
drag the lifeless body to the pool of eternal salivation,
conclusion,
another being stands on their own as a working citizen,
member of society, and angle is left to consume the lifeless bread crumbs left behind
the being is in capable of finding their way back, to the slums of their own mind.
They are strong enough to maintain control of the basic motor skills of life,
Normalcy at itâ??s best.
Mission accomplished,
not with out the angle being drenched in the
discarded pieces of the being.
Intoxicated a new battle begins,
The Angle is in search of her own, Light,
lost in the hustle and bustle of selflessness,
drowning, treading memories, as the pool drains
life regains meaning, hints â??Life goes onâ??..ha,
the pace is not determined, nor written in stone,
at a crawl, dripping,
one drop in the vacant ocean the angle lays on the ocean floor
dead stair at the dark sky, awaiting ever drip,
with every droplet dampen her forehead,
waiting for the body of water to be at maximum capacity,
engage in treading, a new struggle
striving for that immense combustion of emotion
set the angle in to savor mode,
next stage,
one being at a time.
Frightened, holding my breath,
awaiting some kind of release, blind to the path ahead,
constant resistance,
when will the lid blow? Under the world, lacing up my running shoes,
yearn for what I canâ??t have, necessitate is interfering with desire,
close eyes, teleport to a peaceful time,
clusters of emotions float around in the empty caverns of the mind,
like bubbles, extend to grasp one is unthinkable
