6am and trembling,
Apprehension rattles inside of me.
Blank stares in the pitch black,
this silence is pitch perfect
for these inconsolable moments.
I quiver; I shake.
This will not break me.
You cannot not break me.
[this time.]
It'll devour me if I allow it.
Words are worthless.
Thoughts are apocalyptic.
This isn't worth it.
Not in the slightest.
It is time I renounce my insecurities.
Smoke and mirrors, caught up in adversity.
Wrecking havoc within me,
this is no longer quite a catastrophe.
Cerebration is escaping me,
trickling down my cheeks.
I am spilling my heart out everywhere,
- with nothing to collect it in.
All the while in the distant future
continuing to calibrate the moments in between
Nothing will differ,
for you've always been less about living
and more about harvesting the lonely.
*When there is nothing left to burn,
set yourself on fire.
