Grasping at breath my soul clings to the air around me
Searching for purchase in the listless vapor
Hoping for rescue from the lighthouse on the shore
Drowning in the sea of useless metaphors
I long for the sweet release of sleep
Knowing the dangers of giving in
I push through the quiet whispers, and roaring shouts
I float, I sink, I rise to the top.
Dead I walk.
In step with the marching song of chaos.
Sleepless in a world of lullabies
My mind dances and twirls in a ballet of ceaseless melodies
Never a rest, never a pause,
An onward trek to the end of destiny