The blackness calls to me.
On days like this
When my heart
Beats so irregular within my chest
My heartbeat.
The pulsing, throbbing… thing...
Feels so foreign, sometimes
Like it just doesn't belong there
Like it doesn't really belong to me
Like it's trying to get out
And on days like this
I begin to understand why
My ribs, are a cage
And I sink
Further into the shadows
Where no one sees me.
My heart beats, regardless
Through the nonsense
As I listen.
But never speak.
For, who would listen?
To someone who has the word to say what no other will.
But they wouldn't listen even if they knew
So I listen, in the shadows.
Trying to decipher what ails it now
And my mind wanders
You see...
...my mind...
...has a mind of its own sometimes...
And it wanders, to unknown lands.
These places of emotion.
Confusion
Sadness
Content.
And my ever favorite; Anger.
As I wonder, listening to others.
What it'll take, to snap me out of my reverie.
I stand here, in the shadows.
As my heart beats
On days like this...
I watch,
As others join me in the shadows.
All silent voices,
Secret beating hearts in cages.
With wandering minds.
And we listen to the nonsense together.
A silent army of fading lives.
On a day like this…
I understand the anger
On a day like this…
My heart stops fighting.
And another unheard voice fades away.
On a day like this…
The blackness calls me.