if i could find solace in words
a book
music
the droll that drips off peoples lips
maybe this silence wouldn't hurt so much
plagued by the thoughts in my head
words
screaming so loud
filling every inch of me
catacombs to crevices
suffocating me from the inside out
blotting out the light
eating out my chest
if i could purge myself of the blackness
stored down to my toes
and feel anything but empty...
maybe an end wouldn't look so inviting
though the knife in my gut
is not as inviting as assumed