Innocence.

Shrink inside my organs;
Make my skin turn into vapor.
You daydream out a cloud filled window
You just want to get home.
Or is it home?
Take a shower. Pray these thoughts wash down the
drain, never to be seen again.

Are we dead?
What makes us live?
Is it the blood pumping from your heart
or the pulsing of your lungs?
Or is it the one you love.
The face that haunts your subconcious in your quiet moments.
You're running so far.
How long will you turn your back on living?
On breathing? On forever.

Happiness is found in leaving.
Moving. Speeding. Numbless.
The next destination holds a promise.
A promise that never fails to let you down.. time after time.

Do you expect so much that you kick your own
feet out from underneath you?
The pavement like a stone sponge and no hand to
catch your fall.

Contemplating madness.
You're just a breath away.
One more blink and your skin will slide off
like dampened tissue paper.
Your intentions snag on a sharp corner and they bleed.
And now you're found out.
Now the truth shines like summer.
A glimmer of hope, a pinch of faith and in one instant,
they collect it like its trash day.

Your thoughts are swarming.
Your heart is pounding.
Close your eyes tight.
If you squeeze hard enough,
maybe these haunting memories will fall through the
cracks in you mind.
Lost forever.
Those images.
They bring chills to your spine.

Shall we remain moved?
Basking in the comfort that the daylight will bring.
Your fingers tremble with confusion.
Left or Right?
Stagnant.
You've made up your mind now.
Don't just push them away;
SHOVE them away.
Hard and fierce.
Let it be known you can't be the clay for the molding anymore.
You will dry stiff, still, lifeless.
And the unnatural comfort this thought brings you would
sufforcate the joy you once knew as innocence.