Endless anxiety,
Cloaked by comfort,
The devils eyeing me.
No longer a bastion of propriety,
Trying to see thru the lens of sobriety.

Not used to clarity,
Sharp vision, currently scaring me.
An open wound,
But not ready to face the severity.

Once my wounds are gone,
The pressures on
Face the rain at dawn.
Won’t give in to the herd,
Because I refuse to be a pawn.

Awoken from a dream,
From the deepest depths, I arise.
Terrified of the lies,
That I see in mine own eyes.

This vision I embrace,
Pick up the pace,
To face what is laced.
I need to fly,
To the top, from the base.

No more options,
Terror invades my subconscious.
No shelter, no solace,
When I hear the bombs dropping.

So hard to dispel the haze.
Good intentions masked by vice.
Taking the ladder to reach the top.
But wary of the price.

Abjuration and conjuration,
Bring forth what lies within to evade negation.
Facing patients,
Stung by the ignorant and the complacent.

A buried mind,
6 feet high into the sky,
Wandering within walls,
To try and figure out why.

Sick of questions I want answers,
But scared of soul severing cancers.
Stumbling with psychopaths
And yet nothing could seem blander.

Scuttling about like worker ants,
With no Queen in pandemonium.
A high school drop out drug dealer,
Trying to figure out how much money is owed to him.

No direction just the herd,
They see thru eyes but not the third.
Constantly moving their mouths,
But not saying a word.

Glued to tubes,
Your sense of self misconstrued.
Thirsty in the drought,
For freedom from the cube.

No dimension,
Raze on the steps towards ascension.
Facing a daily battle with tension,
Cause I can’t deal with the dissection.

Probed minds and strobe lights
I just can’t cope right.
I just might,

Give in, and forget all about the sublime.
Wanting to turn the page and find the truth,
But all I find are empty lines.

The bright light illuminates,
Smiles and cheers and mugs for all.
But certain seeds are barely blooming,
Only seen when darkness falls.

Hidden between the cracks,
The truth only discovered when void of black.
Cloaked by the claustrophobic,
Looking back

I see so much suffering,
Hidden in the shell of a smile.
Ready to cut the cord,
So only I can redial.

Putting words on paper to try and understand the grind,
Feeling bland and blind,
So I write to expand my mind.

A state of flux,
Oblivious to the world around.
There lies no quiet in a riot,
All you hear is the gunshot sound.

Can’t deal with the pressure.
Fate flowing forth, I can’t measure,
The frustration that floods my mind,
And leaves it severed.

Severed, from reality
Trying to curb casualties
Sick and tired of the foundation of causality.

The cause is the effect,
Leave me wrecked, forsake the deck.
Being put on the spot,
But not ready for the spot check.

I hate numbers.
Solace in words keeps me somber.
Trying to listen
But all I hear is the fall of lumber.

Struck by this-order.
Clutching to a rope that grows shorter.
In need of a dollar,
But all I got left, is a quarter.

Catastrophic claustrophobia.
Sardines packed in pods like peas.
No deviance they live oblivious,
Drifting off into their own sea.

A bird can’t fly when fettered by a broken wing,
It is unable to rise without the help of its peers.
Let go of the focus and simply soul sing.
And look to what the future brings.

To stir the anvil,
Time starts now,
Step to the mantle.
Trying to see light in the darkness,
But all I see is my candle.