gripped in a stance of personal defence,
it all seems too late as we primp and prop
for the struggle, it appears too much.
floating in a sea of white graces,
for fear, it never looks too clear.
crazed eyes, they stare and glare,
we must exit, all in such haste.

i must smile, as i breathe.
i must live, as i die inside.
for the time shall not come,
for lighter showers to grant upon.
whether be, it withers thee.
all burnt up inside,
and prolongs to smolder.
i am all singed in green.

the string of words, they dance in waves.
seemingly unaware, of the grief they hold.
with skirts a-merry, to the silent melody.

jello emotions,
slip, slot, sliding.
heart so tender,
so ready to sink.
but the mind,
will not allow.
it's not strength,
no, it's not.
the mind,
like it always is,
so far,
so distant it feels.

green hornets come a buzzing,
teet-a-tat round my head.
relentlessly! persistently!
what monster i see?
mirror, mirror on the wall!

darkness of heartbeat.
no world, no longer appealing.
the accompaniment,
not there, no more.

drums, they used to play.
thumping like how we liked.
in the blink of an eye,
disappearing seems all.

Hanging on the wall
I know you are there
Yet when I turn, I glance
Your space... so empty.

Tick... I hear you tock.
I hear you there
Yet when I look, right up
Your hands... so still.

Asleep, awake...
Seem to be without you
Sometimes, I wonder
Are you still there?

Along the way,
The road... gets cold
Need to know... the time.
Have you stopped now?