I am anything you want me to be.
Different from all angles.
Not enough hours in the day to figure me out.
A bottomless pit of fear, despair, and joy.
A raging river flowing into every crevice,
Into your lungs.
Until there\'s nothing but me.
And i am the thoughts you never want to think,
Words whispered behind closed doors,
Words drowned in a sea of ignorance.
I am the tears you shed in the middle of the night
When loneliness is all you know.
And i am the scars you hide,
the blood you bleed,
I am the sharp edge of the knife.
I am the insanity you can\'t,
Don\'t want to acknowledge,
But lock away somewhere inside.
I am the key that keeps it safe...
...Or sets it free...
I am the ash at the end of your cigarette,
The carcinogen eating at your lungs.
I am the selfinflicted cancer that resides
Where you least expect.
I am the thought at the tip of your tongue.
I am the person you were scared to love,
Because they might have loved you back.
I am chances never taken.
Regrets mistaken for nostalgia.
Childhoods left behind in suburban sandboxes,
Childhoods left behind all too soon.
I am the silence in between heart beats
Or the silence when no beats follow.
I am dead air.
Coolly listening.
Listening.
I am life that passes you by,
The realization that one day you will be
6 feet underground.
I am rigor mortis stiffly humming a tune,
Of past and present and future,
As the worms make haste
Of your fresh flesh.