Dry mouths and chapped lips; aching bones and rough skin.

Burning eyes and sobbing tears; empty words screaming fears.

Hollow chests and beating fits; tired knees and shaking fists.

Cutting words and bleeding hearts, the matches burn the scaring starts.

Thoughts are pounding and eyes grow weak; help that was there is out of reach.

The ash may fall but the dawn is coming, this abraded fight can’t last all night.

Emotionally exhausted and mentally finished, 

Inhale and scream for me, don’t let this be silent.

Exhale your lies to my lips; wipe the blood on your hands onto mine.  

Take what’s not yours and I’ll watch you run with it, leave me alone to dwell in this moment.

Steal my sanity and drag it through the mud, spit at my feet and curse my name.

You push me down and leave me to rot, I came empty handed and you showed fully armed.

This moment’s tasteless and this life seems colorless.

 Words are meaningless and thoughts are merely an effort of love.

Theses dragging feet don’t get far and this dead road is lonesome.

This town is blind and broken, dawn is rising and fog is tumbling in; and it’s hard to see.

Unsure I travel with your words chained to my back, let every incision be casted on me for all the times I’ve let you down.

I walk alone listening to the sigh’s and moans of theses dark figures watching my every move to watch and wait for me to give up. All I have to say is

Don’t hold your breath.

-Carla