[Rain]

Light the fuse, the fuse to my sanity,
each second the spark will wither the fuse,
breaking it down to where it will implode into my skull.
Causing me to fade into a state
that only the dead have witnessed before their moment of reckoning.

Inadequately I will live my life,
wishing, wanting, needing my time again,
press the rewind button,
take me back.

Bloodshot eyes and a numbness that cannot be warmed,
a new out look on the living and a new perspective on the dead.

Amazing, a few words can demolish your world,
a sentence can perpetually steal your pride,
a statement can take your sense of safety,
a moment can break your heart,
a tear can make known to you
that you’ve cracked, and it’s becoming a hole.

Horrible how my own inability to see this coming,
or deny it’s arrival, has inserted me into my own depression,
that I myself brought by my own foolish and careless words and actions.

All this leaves me feeling like less a man, less a human being,
less an individual with feelings and a purpose to live.
Makes me feel like a zombie, one with the dead,
a nothing, a nobody, who nobody gives a shit for.

Leave me to bleed, leave me to drift to a place where the
stinging pain won’t sting again, make it obsolete,
where when I sleep, I dream, and not have nightmares.

Cry for a renewed beginning, or an alternate ending,
it is a cry that will go unnoticed.
In too deep, I just cannot push on, each second it’s in my head,
nagging, taunting, humiliating.

Help me.
Help me before it’s too late,
I’m drowning, and I’m sinking.
Before the pressure is too much,
I’m falling, And I’m about to hit the floor.
Help me.

[Rain]

I wasn't gonna submit it... but I did anyways...

[Venomous Vixen]

Honestly, I would not change a thing here. This was one of those pieces where form is not as important as what you are delivering. It was filled with confusion, rejection and that raw emotion, it just seeped from your words. Like an emotional purge, sometimes we just need to get these things out and you have done that here, and well I may add. This was one of my favorites of yours, you did not get lost in rhyme schemes or pretty stanzas, you just let it out, didn't it feel good?

[Rain]

Yeah this was almost for venting purposes. Thanks again Bri.

[Maylar]

Rough, even harsh in moments, it makes me feel like hitting the walls, bouncing only to be hit on another, hurt, with no way out...I loved the emotion, the tense, the plead...I care little for a form and delivery was really stunning. Very, very good.

[Rain]

Thanks Maylar.