Medley

Trembling and shaking and out of control.

The burn in my mind, a deafening pull.

 

The sight of your visage, the feel of the day.

Oh god in the heaven make this go away.

 

The voices descending, a haunting retreat.

The torment of legions repeat and repeat.

 

Oh, pain strike the numbness. Oh, Hell take me in.

Oh, turmoil receive me again and again.

 

I’m falling. I’m trying. I’m breathing. I die.

A park bench, a skyscrape a mountain, and why?

 

Deep lies in my eyes tell the orchid’s black tale.

Each little reminder, reminding I failed.

 

How can they love me? Oh, how can I run?

How could I have done this? A whisper begun.

 

Why do I feel this way? Why do I steal?

A world gone all wrong, I can no longer deal.

 

Four letters and pictures. Brief bout of control.

The razorblade’s glare now reflects what was stole.

 

The man in the mirror speaks out of his hate.

The shards of glass scatter, perhaps it’s too late.

 

The weight of the world falls. A view from above.

The window sill shows the full depth of their love.

 

A fall to this old room. A wonder of why?

Don’t bother, don’t wait, don’t trust and don’t try.

 

Can I ever escape this and finally be free?

Just look to the silver… and someday you’ll see.