Impending..

Decaying in the dark with closed eyelids.
Contemplating whether hatred validates the violence.
Overwhelmed by the fate I can't escape,
I whisper sorry to the silence.
Soon to fade without a trace,
I remain quiet and defiant.
Undeniably unreliable, I've lied to avoid,
being made liable.

Clinging to the reigns of a plummeting plane.
Thoughts running parallel to a derailed train.
Injecting in my veins to alleviate the pain, but it's all in vane.
Insane thoughts remain on the brain of a physical frame, seemingly sane.
But beneath the surface, scathed by invisible flames.

Its hard to play, without pieces to the game.
It's difficult to say, why I lay speechless through the day.
It's nice to think, someday, all the craziness might wash away.
It's hard to think some day, I may walk away from this,
Ok and unashamed.
But perhaps I can become the person I used to falsely portray.
Or perhaps, these will be the last words I ever say.