I tell myself, that I, am numb.
I lie for all I may become.

Truth weighs me down like sugar,
Sickly sweet and aching.
And I'm drowning in the honey,
of the bitter life that I am making.

  In truth I am lonely,
A hollow shell.
Left to rot,
Inside this hell.

It hurts so much,
I tell myself,
It doesn't hurt at all.
But in the night I wake,
Forever summoned by it's call.

It's hollow,
It's aching,
My bones ,
Are breaking.

My lungs cry out
My fingers shaking.

  I feel too much,
I don't feel at all,

Is this the flight before the fall?