Layers of the Next Tragjc Town Story.

Into the solace
Of my demons' arms
I retreat

Tucked away barely alive
Shallow breathing
Sitting in dark room
Willing my heart to be still
But still I ache
With the same wretched burn
That has tormented me
In the same silence that healed me.
The errie presence of static
With nothing else
To remind me
That even my mind is gone.

I've peeled away
Searching for answers
 in between the lines...
Somewhere along the line,
I became stripped
Gleaned for happiness of others
Disconnecting from reality
Basking in the warm cozy grip
Of every part of life
That pounds furiously through my veins and setting my chest on fire.
My breathing becoming shallow
Head floating into the spirit realm
In and out
As shame and pure spite battle for my hand
While I am overcome with the sensation of burning
And I am too ashamed to ask for help.