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Consumed by Dread
Going here and there,
surfing the waves of chaos,
complete bewilderment
fighting the instinctive dread
of not wanting to be what I am
Too much to handle,
not enough wax in the candle,,
burning down to the ground,
losing interest in the stuggle
Everything is blurring
and I am dying,
it is all too much to process,
and I am shutting down
Pulling the plug,
no more hugs,
turn off the system
and let it rest
Lost in the noise and static,
this storm has consumed me
All I can do is dread,
because inside I am really dead,
this suit of skin gives way to bones,
and so easy is to break them
