It wrestles with the leaves,
Hurries with the cold,
Floats with the knowing,
And chills in the bones.

A fickle friend,
To taunt and play,
To cool you off,
And breeze away.

The wind you say,
That is the answer.
Or is it fear,
The silent dancer?

Sometimes
I don't want to breathe
but I still do
just to spite myself.

Making each morning
the remainder of questions
and the child
I know nothing about.

In awe
I' always fall
Full-******
Keep the struggle,
I huddle up to
What little I got left
Lotta nights
I Layed in bed
ANGRY
'Cause all i ate
Was humble pie
For days on end
Spent the hours before morning
Blaming myself
I can tell its unhealthy
Making hell outta heaven
Rather have heavens made of  hell
Meanwhile my head swells
Its screamimg "help me"
You ever felt the full effect
Of your helmet
melting?