if i could break my arms out through my chest
resist the urge to break instead
and let my mind be calmed by breath
and let the shouting silenced then

i see the ocean come and go,
observe the water as it floats
up to my sight, into my head
the hands go limp, the fingers dead

the motions come, its all been set,
a circle starts and ends, but when?
a thought is not a thought it seems
but rampant fire, perpetual screams

a stain that chases where i go,
on to-wards a darkened road

the darkened road, a dark now past
always dark, it always casts
a shadow it seems i have become
a shadow it seems i always was