One, Two, Three, Fall.

That my fingers may stop the breaking.

I write with a frenzied passion
When the monster within roars
And silences all introspection

Caged in my head
With words screaming unsaid
Too little too late

I cannot win.

Muscles aching with want
For the meaningless phrases
That betray my spaces

I stare blankly at mirrors
Seeing a face decaying
Withering with rage

I crave the words and hate the silence.

When the agony of truths elude me
Slipping from my fingers
On the tip of my tongue

Heavy with meaning
But never with truth.
I crave the silence when the words are loud.

Overflow of orchestrated simplicity

Defeat of too much
I can’t win the battles
When the war is within.

I am sinking
So I run.
Run, run, run

Till my lungs are breathless

To hide away the pain
So I won’t have to try
So I won’t have to cry

Because it’s dying
A million times over when
The silence wins.

Give me the clarity so I won’t fall.