Stare at walls and it's peeling

Thin rivers of grey, pooling on the floor

That swallows you in an ocean of cold

Cries that muffle behind closed doors

Tears that creep onto numb toes

And down banisters that spiral

Into a dark, unfeeling oblivion

Melodic and oblivious

This world is my infinity

Under a life that is finite

And a fire that goes out

In a whisper at the sudden touch

Of a breeze

Crashing, gnashing teeth

Chewing madly at thoughts

That dig knees into my caving shoulders

And squeeze my heart until it's a

Popping cavity, till feeling is replaced by

Pill, and pill is replaced by empty giggles

Holy, like a prayer sent out into nothing

And yet hopes for a better tomorrow.

Oily, like ink that spreads out on paper

Tipped over by a quill that hasn't

Even started its story.

––Is this the end of my story?

A pathetic drift of scribbled words

Turned mad and desperate and hopeless

Or is this the prequel, what you must know

About what they know because the

Worst is yet to come––

Tales of dragon and woe

Sweetened by age and rum?

Will I one day laugh

At suffering

Like David

Laughing at what he barely survived?

Or will I one day crash

Like the Goliath

Who was given everything

And couldn't even stay alive?