Madness

Sometimes you die a thousand deaths just to get a second worth of breath..

You're chasing this life to the measure you die, to the weight of those tears you cry..

Are you open to something more?

Are you hoping with eyes closed, that seconds will take you away?

As your blood stains the carpet, do you count the drops?

Do you want to be dead or alive?

Is this all you are seeing?

The tears in your eyes..?

Do you swallow those pills, just a hand full of lies?

There is hate in the silence..

You cover your ears.

Do you want to be dead or alive?

The hourglass running out, no voices heard..

All the madness disturbing the sense in your head.

Is it too late to be saved?

The last drop is falling..

You open your eyes..

Do you want to be dead or alive?

 

Janie Davel