Raging fire of uncertainty grips in hold of the cord.
Silence the sweet company as the night welcomes home.
Picking at the turning hands as the stars twinkle their absent present but seen as existing.
Such a lonely day, it is mine.
Swallowed soul, plagued and brought to shallow end.
The choice to rise and breathe once again or let the waters finish the sentence.
Flooded thoughts within oceans of chemicals developed and understood with scientific reason.
Yet what answers can be drawn to escape illusions beyond?
Round forms or shots that hit points to calm triggers before fired.
Drowning in melodies or rhythms to escape possibilities.
Moments of descent, letting passing air exert tensions stored in words screamed but not heard; let it all be written.
Wait for me as I rise to the surface.