Crucified in
My thoughts and my words.
Silently spoken
Voices unheard.
Quiet unease,
A heart unstill.
My brain going empty,
Awaiting its fill.
Disrupting thoughts
In an unmoving mind.
Waiting for something
It will never find.
A storm blowing over,
Waiting for rain.
Ghostlike poundings
In a graveyard brain.
Motionless movement
Partaking in ache.
Pulsating varients
In scarcity wake.
Closing their eyes
And mumbling praise.
Firey soul
Set all ablaze.
Confront thy fears
And begin to chase
Show emotion
On a motionless face.
