Crashing Down

Crashing down, like a cold hard stone,
Smashing to bits, little pieces in the sand.
I am crumbled, messed up and lost.

Black nail polish, the toxic smell
Smooth hard strokes, from a deceitful brush.
Silly little whispers, evil and killer
Minds love their games, those ivory schemes, those lies.
Or are they lies?

Like the keen razor blade of a scissor
Cutting you off from anger and feeling.
Losing history in the balance of future.

Everything is lost, and you wait.
Wait for it to come back, because it takes time.
Like those horrible days where life seems at its worst.

I am stabbed,
Liquid pouring out of me
But it is not blood.
It’s golden and pure,
Sturdy and foolish.
Innocence.
I am losing it all.

I am maneuvering illusions,
At least I try
But where does perseverance come from
And who controls whether you win or lose?
Because I feel like I’m dying
But I know I’m not.