Free

There is a darkness that seeps into the house

It brings in the night breeze

Calm.

There is a silence that engulfs sensation

It is an overbearing presence

Speak.

There is a conversation forced and unsteady

It brings out confusion and anger

No.

There are scattered words thrown across the room

It becomes conveluted and misrepresentd

You!

There is a panic that grips at the chest

It pulls out vile words from the depths of our fears

Fuck!

There is a hand around my throat

It stifles all sound as it constricts

Dim…

There is a word within my mouth

Squelched by rage and uncertainy

Stop.

There are words that sting my heart

It fillets me as it rests on my ears

What?

There is an instict welling up inside

It bubbles to the surface of my skin

Fight!

There is no logic or reason in the process

It becomes a dance of wits and brawn

Live.

There is a force that kicks me in the knees

It causes me to stumble, succumb

Please…

There is a barage of vile hatred thrown about

It seeps in and constricts the muscles

Stop!

There is a flood of tears, snot, vomit

It clouds all vision until nothing is known

Why?

There is an silence that pulses into my head

It soothes me to be void of understanding

Yes…

There is a voice that pierces through the light

It pleads, crys, sings to envoke loves folly

Love?

There is a place where nothing seems real

It makes it hard to grasp reason or clarity

Okay.

There is a denial of every word spoken tonight

It soothes the beast and lulls us into patterns

Lie.

There is a truth that is hiding beneath the surface

It tells of the twisted nature of humanity

Worn…

There is a pattern that lulls everything into a dull ache

It mimicks calm to a point of restful sighs

Yes…

There comes a moment where three paths become clear

It shows the fate of two battleworn lovers

Which?

There comes a time where we lay down our arms

It nurtures forgivness, growth, peace

Free.

There comes a time where self preservation wins

It stops the cylce to rise aboves the ashes

Free.

There is a chance that we suceede to the rage

It ends with destruciton, violence, death

Free.

There are three paths with differing narratives

It concludes the same for you and me

Breathe.

There is an untold story of fate, love and decision

It ebbs and flows, etching the ground it runs across

Release.