Listen to the car crash symphony,
a heart-breaking melody of melancholy
inside my head.
No sympathy.
Just cataclysmic crashing cymbals and dread.
When you can’t see a way forward just
satanic symbols leading you astray,
Betrayal and pain follow
in every whispered word they say.
The pathway behind swallowed up.
There is no silver lining
to life's brittle China cup.
Listen to the sound
of a world crashing all around
like waves of destruction,
towers being pulled down,
replaced by statues
everything you despised.
Statues of lies.
Built up in front of your eyes.
High Rise, they pierce the sky
until tears of blood are cried.
Listen to my own internal monologue
Like a travelog,
taking me to distant torture spots.
A life-sized cardboard cut-out image,
just there to look like I'm there,
when I'm in another location
and they are painfully pulling out my nasal hair.
One by one. With tweezers.
Demons with angelic features.
Listen to the silence
as my mind finally collapses.
Just the sound of static
buzzing quietly through
burnt out synapses.
As I fall into a dark pit.
To recharge for a bit.
Before recommencing the climb.
The climb to find my place in life.
To push aside this noise and strife.
To feel I have a place to belong.
It will take some time.
Who knows how long?
Thanks for reading
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