Crashing Down

Tattering of fingernails upon teeth, bones chipped from collision
Your thoughtless composure distraughts your growth.
A mind inside of minds unravels as a steep staircase,
Tumbling towards prosperity while your feet align with sight
One in front of another, suddenly you’re not alone.
Air changes warmth as stale winds brace the lashes of your eyes.
If you’ve fallen again my dear, letters will turn to words in your defence
A will that tires and tries, all in the same, as you were.
Falling under trance of violins your screams aren’t heard,
A crevice is formed in a heart's core, the slopes strictly downwards
If you look up now, the floor is stars away, don't go they’ve said.
You’ve walked a line this life on over, stretched thin, tied to a safe chill.
Fire in the eyes of a candlestick, your hands shake,
Life is cold, even as it’s bright.

By: Tyler V Quarello
(Trip)