I am ready to breath when ever this air is ready to climb up into my lungs.
I am ready for my anger to explode and destroy everything in yelling distance.
I am ready to run until I can't run no more and I am trapped ground level.
I am ready to lie and if that means I have to burn all the paper I own then so be it.
I am looking at this blank wall because these colors don't impress me much.
I am looking through these eyes, but there is nothing out there in this hell.
I am looking slowly and closely to these twisted dreams trapped in me.
I am looking at the back of my eye lids this image is the clearest it will ever be.
I am walking to the end of this thought where there is nothing but choas.
I am walking through these walls breaking bones, bricks, bleeding out the truth.
I am running to the better life if that means losing things on the way.
I am running into everything because bad news has a hard time getting out of the way.
I am running to this end, but most likely lost is where I will end up in this nightmare.
I am falling down because that is what this body always does.
I am falling to these knee's and bleeding out what's true.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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