It is Real

The smoldering orange fire
flashes through my hazy smoke filled mind
spreading reflections like an atomic bomb
taking everything leaving
cold unseeing eyes of cinder.

Its always me.

Just stop for a second of time
stay in your footprints that wear down
the cold white ground
and watch it all unfold...
rushing at you all at once
pushing you in separate directions
yet I continue to stand
despite my nebulous view of life.

People always say getting over it is
the most unmerciful process
so I listen until their voices become whispers
that fill my consciousness when i am alone;
alone.
its a master piece of gray as
it becomes that one last thought before
darkness consumes life to give
your soul to one of two places.

Yet I let the flame lick at my bones
playing games with my skin
as it slowly reveals forgotten time
misplaced words.

Look towards numbness
my mind claws at my skull
I can't stay
this "thing" has become a sick monster
one that stops me from leaving
the room only
to trap me with sharp chain reactions of lies...
You never meant it did you.

signs blur
breathtakingly fast
cars swerve and the lights blend into ashes
of three bright colors.

I just couldn't let my soul go
gripping for sanity
I let my head slip down the seat
into my hands,
I allow words to fade
keeping memories close.

Give it all back-
dragging my weary self home
fuzzy acoustic music is the last thing I hear
before I spread myself out
on a soft flat mattress
twining the covers over my limbs.

Mellifluous silence,

for a minor instant body severs from mind.