In MY Bones

I can feel it present in my bones,
The words sink in
and soak my clothes.
Washing away my sanity
and as I scream,
they all laugh at me.
Not at another's expense, no,
at the expense of my humanity.

In the hour of darkness at hand
my fingers scrape and a voice calls, rasps
in the air, at nothing, it all slips
through my grasp.
The realization is that there is nothing,
we're reaching through silence,
only finding more of the same violence.
And oh how I, how we cry...

Our words are spit with anger,
slamming doors of better judgement, no answer.
Shouting curses at neighbors,
we're lost, we're confused, we're tired
true intentions are only to be admired.
I scream, we scream to be let inside,
despite all of our lies
that say to be better we must hide.

I can, we can feel it.
Madness in my, in our bones.
Stealing away everything,
That once comprised my, our fantasy
of humanity.