I dream of a composed future
Of better composition than this rhyme
One where my eyes ignite at the sight
Of opportunity to bring forth old time
And to replace each painful breath with
Another's aspiration, who's be similar to mine

I dream of a collected future
Better still than this collection of lines
One where I only hear peace like
In nearby fields, where
Another can gather this rationale
So may his fingers be with hers
intertwined

I dream of a fulfilled future
For it's merely half full, at this time
One with the sensation of
Elation, relief and no condemnation
Solitude with her, from the past
Simplicity making this last, the
Serenity within that they both share

I dream of a future, I know that isn't there.

I try not to let you strangle me
I try not to let you drown me
I try not to let you burn me
I try not to let you hurt me

Completely blind, absolutely deaf
To my own advice, my own truth
Afraid of my very own mind
Of the thoughts that posses every part

You crawl, you climb
And you stay, you linger
Control slips, its now out of reach
So you grab the chance and take over

I’m alive, but hardly breathing
You choke, not ****
You laugh, as you flood
You whisper: “I’ve done it again”

You win.
You’ve triumphed.
I fail.
I’ve fallen.