I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast

I don't want to go back.

My hands cover my ears,
pressing, pleading.

Nails break on my scalp,
digging, wrenching.

Blocking out the sounds,
screaming, crashing.

My mind fills with wails,
feral, deafening.

The bathtub embraces me,
cold, empty.

I can't unfold my body,
crushed, quaking.

I can't accept this reality,
toxic, devestating.

I don't want to breathe,
To rise, turn on the light,

Open that door,
Return to someone else's madness.

I'll just... stay here.

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy