Across Thin Ice

wake up
this heart attack
is on steroids
melancholy skips across thin ice
as paranoia's cocoon tightens
like a plastic bag over your face

mouth agape
desperately sucking for air
no sound of screaming
it's hard faking life
grasping all those hopes
while watching fingers lose grip
great falls always hurt

drowning inside questions
rolling among barbed wire
answers are never easy
burnt wings won't fly
lost angels collect ashes
leaving us charred souls behind

so nothing grows here
except  choking weeds
in dirt blacker than coal
keeping dreams unseen