Halls of the Dark Muse

Inside Myself

Weeping inside
disappearing
into quiet oblivion
seeking to find a
touch of Zen among
the chaos echoing
through all cells

Torn between
two states
sliding through
the cracks
drawing further
within

Held by an
indefinable string
warmth spreads
one sliver dies
flaking away

Averted
in hope of
escaping this realty
sink right into the floor
still the pounding
quiet

Strangled too finely
close my eyes
knowing the sleep
is only a dream

The waking hour
speaks of the
inescapable
truth

Swallowing
my blood
if only I could
float away

But hold
rooted
to endure
whatever
fate may
suffer me