Struggling to breathe with closed eyes and loud silence.
Foolishly, selfishly waiting for the change a long time coming
Wanting to fly but recklessly cutting my wings
Believing love is not make believe
Please. No. Not tonight.
Simple sedation of this mental intermission.
Crazed and hopeless addiction to flashing lights and crowded smoke
Lost in the darkness and trapped within the light
Incomplete and scarred, searching for the heaven of which you speak
Crawling, limping, climbing, running, wandering but not moving an inch
Screaming, yelling, dying, lying, trying, falling and not even making a sound
And with these words,
I define myself.