To escape this endless nightmare
that I live in,
I  travel far far away.                                                                                                                               
Lost in black ink and fluttering pages,
The empty earth is nothing
but a house.
And one day
My words will be my home
and to so many others
it will be a haven.
Dark and twisted thoughts
down on paper
morphed into something so perfect.

Free to scream, free to fly.
Doing everything while doing nothing at all.
Higher and higher, happier and happier,
Gotten past the ugly
It is now something so beautiful.

A pause.
Waiting, waiting, waiting…

Too little, too late.
Nothing to do and nothing to show.
Hopeless. Empty.
Holding on to something
but something is really nothing at all.

Descending into darkness,
Spinning ‘round and ‘round.
Where do I go from here?
Black monster in my heart is born.
cracking eggshells and rising up
Like a poison that is beginning to kill.

Watching, watching…
I am smiling but I am not.
Reaching out and touching empty air
A transparent barrier
I can watch with mindful eyes
But it is out of my reach,
too far.

I am a bomb.
Ticking, ticking…
trapped in my head
Adrift in black ink and empty words,
Closer and further,
Forward and back,
too dangerous.

To escape this endless nightmare
I travel far far away.
Lost in swirling thoughts and meaningless scribbles,
The empty earth is nothing,
Nothing at all.
And my words
that would have been my home,
is the knife digging into my arm,
and blood runs downwards
like the drips of a rusting faucet.
This is the escape I truly need,
Dark and twisted thoughts
invade and murder my mind,
until I feel nothing,
nothing at all.