It is the mob mentality that keeps
You from me-this hysterical frenzy
Panicked breaths clenching, holding me under
The chain reaction hitting me like thunder
My lungs are crushed by the heightened fury
Words do not come in all of my hurry
Wash away my tears with ash from your bones
It is not me, the ecstasy that hones
All pictures of your life, each black and white
No sun in the pages taken at night
Stretched out thin as ice with not a mark made
I could watch the years go by-watch them fade
