Sometimes, there's nothing you can do
About the rage in your veins,
Or the pain in your heart,
Or the love in your soul
Even though your lips tremble,
And fists clench,
And tears leak,
From your bolted shut eyes,
And you wonder,
how all this could exist,
From just one kiss?
From just one word?
From just one fist?
And there are days when you lay down on the cold hard floor,
And weep,
Why me?
Days where your mind turns against you, and friends become ghosts, and the shadows lurking in the dark are somehow much brighter,
Almost,
Nicer.
Inviting you to where all the fallen ones shriek,
Where you're a victim,
And the whole world seems wrong from down there,
There's no air,
And there's nothing you can do,
As you turn blue,
Your lips chapped,
Your slumped back,
And the ever-wet eyes,
From one touch, one glance, one haunting whisper.
