I'd like to rip my heart out of my chest, and place it on the mantel, to rest.
To have a day where things are calm - free of pain, and inner turmoil.

The storm within me lives within the abyss. This rift within me is violent, angry and dark.
Erratic flashes of lightning illuminate the rage, quickly muffled by soon approaching distant rumblings, a surging and rolling thunder from within my own pain.

These limpid green pools hide this, but only so well. Will they ever dry out?
Will anyone ever see past the sadness within them? Will anyone love them?

Suffocating and drowning within myself, all at once and yet I still am.
Driven mad by the relentless brain, pouring all these things on my weakened state.

When all I wish to do is escape my own bleeding heart, and you.