Decay is Never Far Behind

Every omission
Every experience of mine aligns in succession
A single file line behind me
Self propelled in false directions
Caught in dimensions made in darkness
But self projected

Opposing questions
To oppressive walls around me
Hold no disclosure
Just tremors felt from each corner of my consciousness
Bedlam erupts
Hemorrhaging thoughts rupture my daily state
An insulting subconscious mocks me every step of the way
What sounds like a whisper is really
A condescending voice in my head
Twitching turbulence ahead

Sweating profusely as I try to smother my burning eyes
Scouring the possibility of sweet stability from my sight
The work of insanity
At the mercy of my inner anguish
My other half
A personal division has been made
Unbalanced
Overruled
I kneel to myself

I kneel to myself
I kneel to myslef

Battling bones
Grinding teeth search for peace and push the flow of blood back over my tongue
A tight jaw light with it's words grows anxious and tense
As knees clash together in rapid tremors of remorse
Truth has always begged to pass over these lips and leave this cluttered mess of a Vessel
But I chose to hold it tight to my chest
To fill the empty cavity where I believed my heart should be
Instead of a beating organ full of righteousness
I chose to beat my psyche to death
A mental demise surmised warranted
Experienced many times over
Laid to rest on a bed of nails where the rest of my memories remain
I reframed and rephrased every possible omission to fit tightly filed away in the depths Of self disdain
As mice scatter from under my skin until every pore is raised and every nerve ending Erased
Easing back into this tomb, this lead cocoon
To accompany every fallacy formulated that renders the remaining truth dormant
I always knew releasing it into the world would destroy everything
But in reality, I only wanted it to destroy me