What are we fighting?
do you remember?
we are diseased, displeased,
definition of undone

wait for the sound
to reassure you
you're not alone
even knowing, that you won't answer

clocks continue
to dictate lives
I want to get out
of my head
my body
my mind

there is no ink that could satisfy
my shaking fingers
aching for more
for comfort
for truth

perhaps we ache
we crave
the fear

remember the silence?
your sweetest secret place
they found you there
and lit a match to serenity

do we believe because we exist?
or exist because we believe?

questions haunting your daydreams
your night terrors
black like a lack
of anything
empty
but filled with subconscious