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