Silence pounded thick and humid upon his skin,
His pores leaked heavy sweat as he panted with the consuming dread,
It screeched docile and corrosive lyrics in his head,
The level and taunting thump of those phantom memories,
Sweeping gentle and iced fingers across his burning throat.

Black, his eyes closed and he was plummeted into the dark,
It surrounded him on all sides, shouting melodies upon his closed lips,
Sweaty hands grabbed at his shirt and tried to pull him under,
The crocodile in the corner of the pond leapt out at him like a frog,
All green scales and hungry eyes, beckoning him to the water.

Denial burned his eyes black until he was blind and crying like a newborn,
Hoarse and broken sobs left his mouth like cries for help,
He tore at his hair as truths and twisted fates begged him closer to the edge,
Childish fingers and stubbed nails scratching at his ankles, leaving goosebumps like warning notes,
Bumbling officers of protection fled the crime scene of his shattered psyche.

It was porcelain, fake, too thin and too fragile,
His crystal city was crashing down with the force of an earthquake,
Lives cracked in two like that broken heart chocolate wreath that hung on his door three months early,
Blue tinted lips let out a breathy sigh of defeat as his eyes bled closed,
He gazed upon the rising sun like it was his enemy.

Lies.