Inkpaw

Music is my escape from this madness.
The silence is so loud
it pounds in my ears
so I must cover it with song
lyrics to rhythm and timed beat,
music to heal what was broken,
music to work my soul into these paints,

a suspicious man fleeing the scene
broken headlights
and things that should never be written 
on this page of gas-station receipt 
i sit on the roof
and wait for the lights 
oh the pretty blue and red

dancing on the ceiling
running from the possibilities
fleeing from the feelings
that slowly are catching up to me
crippled now 
under bedsheets
trying to keep whats left of my sanity 

(based off of some true stuff, and the rest is fabricated by want) 

i bury my head in your hair
like i want to live in it
and wrap my arms around your stomach
pulling your warmth closer to me

i sit there, knees pulled up to my chest, rocking back and forth. whispering little lies to myself to make it all go away. as the walls feel they are going to collapse on top of my feeble form, and bury me with my regrets.