the voice
whisperscreams
incessantly
questioning
everything
picking threads
until i am
tangled up
in an indecipherable
hellscape of
my own devising

i know this
i am aware
yet i am utterly
fucking powerless
because it does
not stop
and i can only
stay so stoic
for so fucking long
in the face of
indeterminable
sadness before
i am untangled as well

i fight the
good fight for
as long as i can
but even the mountains
are reduced to
grit stinging
on the howling gales
what can an
electrified squid
clutching feebly
to a broken spine
awash in chemical
deficiencies do

it is giving in
not giving up
catching my breath
between rabbit punches
to the duodenum
vomiting ugliness
to stain your
placid beauty
just until i can
find my feet again

the sparrows listen
to their mad king wail
a fool seeking solace
in hollow boned denials
searching for hints
of sunlit lies
hidden behind
perpetual gray