I am in dire need of life's air
I find myself holding my breath
Incapable to do much more then stare
Secretly longing for rest, for death
Old moldy tentacles creep in my mind
Plucking at carefully hidden secrets
Revealing each dark niche that they find
uncovering pain and my deepest regrets
Physical pain in my chest is growing
Mental anguish still throbbing strong
Slowly my breakdown starts showing
Things are going so terribly wrong
After years of fighting I now tire easy
No more strength to be found in me
Mind melts with body into something sleazy
I need to kill my heart, set my body free
I dare not cry, dare not show what I feel
Too much underlying hurt to ever mend
One constant factor throughout this ordeal
Has always been my wish for the end
©dutch2lips
june 3 '07
