I feel the burn in the top of my mouth Pellets tear puncture and perforate They open my mind and the thoughts pour out And fill my mouth with warm liquid salt
Lead ***** race to the deepest parts They find the obliterate the memories They erase them, destroy the fear Bringing peace the silence of fresh snow
Astronauts exit my skull pulling hopes and dreams With everything I ever could have been, gone I fall to the floor a thread unraveled at the seam And white light covers my eyes, a blizzard of lost ambition
Don't worry about me this poem is in no way a representation of where I am emotionally