Somedays, I feel on top of the world.
Other days, I feel like…
like I can’t get a break!
What’s it gonna take,
to shake off these shackles?
Somedays I fear my death is near,
surrounding me like jackals.
I can be my own worst enemy
when left to myself
to be alone and think.
My thoughts swirl like oil slicks
as I lean over inanities brink.
Echoes of my own silent hell
bouncing within my mind.
The sound is so loud it breaks me down;
the threads of sanity untying.
I go to my busted and rusted window,
in hopes of a moments peace.
All I hear are fallen soldiers screams from the Hole,
from the Belly of the Beast.