Inner Tide

I am unstable
And unable
To pick a path
Yet I hide my wrath
And try to deal
Ride the wheel
From high to low
I ebb and flow
Like an Eastport tide
This sickening ride
Is killing me
Until it's thrilling me
As I rise
And chase the prize
Euphoria
This is when I adore you
For awhile
Until my smile
Fades
Like dust
My joints
Rust
My heart  
Stone
The upholstery
Throne
Creeps like
Cancer
But is no
Answer
To the
Emptiness
And I am yet to find
Cleanliness....