I wear no mask - nothing shades my
irises from their songs of grey.
My hand chokes my throat; I drop it.
My hand stifles a scream; I hold it.
Everything is stirring inside of me.
All the guilt for who I've become,
all the visions of what I could have done.
I am faded leaves losing their whispers,
their secrets condemned in a forest I
no longer call my sanctuary.
The winds overtake me.
A crown is woven into my skull.
Mud and sin I drown in as I finally stop,
my footprints disappearing from sight.
My soul screams and as I plead to the heavens,
I notice my tears are not alone;
the sky weeps with me.
I am losing faith in the journey.
In myself.
I know you are the way but I don't know
how much longer I can call out to you
