As my brain attempts to function,
Instead it starts to melt.
A thousand little concepts,
Singeing neurons as they fly.

An amber landscape expends across the rambling hills,
The Barren trees stretch desperately towards the sky,
As if the higher they climb,
The more they are engulfed by the overwhelming beauty.

The dying embers of the sun race to cover the land in honeyed hues,
Extending across the landscape in rays,
Slowly melting toward the horizon.

All colours become the spectrum of the sun.

The rolling waves of the motorway,
Stretching on to the horizon,
Yet still clawing at my mind.

You perpetuate my insanity,
Fueling the destruction of my flesh.

Yet when you are absent,
Rest will not come with silence.

I hum dark poetry,
As I walk down the street,
My soul boiling up in my throat,
As it rattles around,
Stretching to escape.

Was I on the edge?

Did I push back?

Should I have jumped?

Keep coughing,

Full of snot,

When the ****,

Is this going to stop?

I’m on the edge,

I’m looking over,

And the whole world is pushing,

On my shoulders.


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