sometimes i speak when i should be silent
the more noise i find in my head
the more spills from my mouth
am i crazy
for feeling like i do-
or is the time making my life what it is-
the world is talking too fast to me
i can't keep up long enough to hear my reaction-
if i knew better i'd step out the line of her fire
to the wayside
and if i knew better i wouldn't let the words feel like this
turning on me
turning off me
making me look down
so far
too far
inside
there are no walls to keep me inside but i'm not seeing the light
it stops just before shining on me
someone's voice is
saying
"look at yourself, child"
i'm thinking i'm spinning
i can't make sense of the off white that surrounds my shade of brown
i can't hear through the retching of my insides
it's dragging me further
to a world of tar surroundings and ash buildings
the images in my head are melting the emotions on the brink of my quivering lips
i am heavy on my knees
falling too deep
waiting for reasoning to find itself at the door of your conscience
making you step back
making you fade away...
