The Chasms of My Heart

My heart has chasms of phantoms and their screams are echos in the beats of my heart and their emotions pulsate with the rhythm of the dead Distorting the thoughts inside of my brain Insanity takes me away from the fathoms of who I am and rational thoughts slip down the outside of my cup and words can't descend far enough to catch the meaning of it all Through this teardrop sea of irrationality and I could only hope that my personality would split Become fragmented through the chaos Dismantle into pieces that my soul could handle and give me peace of not knowing the other side of me and be free to start all over from scratch Where dreams are only a breath or two away