Sep 2018
I'm full
Devouring eons of blank air
Devoid of noise or sounds of speech
An all consuming force
Gorging
Digesting
But this has been poison
Sickening my mind
Breaking it down
Believing it with each bite
Hearing the calm nature of silence
Hearing it's preach of peace
I've written the silence with hatred and pain
****** hands holding a knife to the page
Gorging on my own pain
Reusing my suffering mind to escape
Immolating my thoughts with repetition
All in the silence of my mind
Not a soul hears me
Gorging on my own pain
Devouring eons of blank air
Devoid of noise or sounds of speech
An all consuming force
Gorging
Digesting
But this has been poison
Sickening my mind
Breaking it down
Believing it with each bite
Hearing the calm nature of silence
Hearing it's preach of peace
I've written the silence with hatred and pain
****** hands holding a knife to the page
Gorging on my own pain
Reusing my suffering mind to escape
Immolating my thoughts with repetition
All in the silence of my mind
Not a soul hears me
Gorging on my own pain
I'm stuck in a moment, replaying it over and over. A scene from a dream that calls back to a moment where I spilled my soul into the ocean air. I write it again and again in the pages of my heart hoping that it wasn't a mistake.
