waking from bliss and into nothing silhouettes at the foot of my bed
a pair of eyes in every corner
glued to my every breath.
Watching and waiting for an inevitable slip.
Why even try, every look is
a thorned reminder.
scratch my neck with your jagged whisper
whisper bitter nothings about
my insufficient existance.
how could i expect to be anything more than
a sum of events in random sequence.
show me what it means to exist,
that love, hate, memory, and pain
are all part of the same grand scheme.
Left to grow into your cage,
Every day is a mantra to keep you sane.
No light at the end of this tunnel vision.
No purpose for us here.
In a locked room, I dream of being more than a thing without a hill to die on.