the constant ringing in my head

reminds me that im not free

i will always be

at the grip of torments mercy

alont to my thoughts

though many people surround me

they will never grasp

this cliche sound of pain

because in here

nothing that lives is alive

the sky harbors fire

and though the ashes my body falls

i cant feel it in my hands

the taste doesnt linger in my mouth

i'll never catch sight of it

but i know its there

its mist pollutes my lungs

but its all i can breathe

its a dark cloud

filled, endless, with patience