Lost In the Madness
Lost in the madness (that always is you)
Nightmare acrylics in lipstick stain passions
Blush on the fingers as mist falls the ground
Silhouettes linger in street shadow fashions
Nowhere is everywhere, you can be found
Gripping these sheets as the echoes are haunting
Calling the moon every name in the book
Hearing your voice, in my head loudly taunting
Beyond the glass it is so hard to look
Angst lends a tear, as if I might need any
Tissues fall stained of the puddles that seep
Hours now counted, like minutes, too many
Endless, the thoughts fill the sorrows I keep
Trying to stand but the weight leaves me bending
Exhaling breath when I barely can breathe
Needle and thread, here’s my flesh, start the mending
Truth, now a lie if that’s all you believe
Steady I run as the alleyway crumbles
Cobblestone darkness, my fears come to chase
Once this was life, now a staircase of stumbles
Memories etched that I cannot replace
So here I lie with my eyes to the ceiling
Outlines of yesterdays, my only view
Midnight confessions, an uneasy feeling
Lost in the madness that always is you
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2023
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