Shambles.

sometimes, i gaze up at the night sky
& count the seconds that pass
as i search for the brightest star.

sometimes, i even feel my lungs burn
as i close my tired eyes
& struggle to clutch what remains of my sanity.

"the truth will release you."
at least, that's what i've always heard.
but the words are only tragic theory.

i surrender to the blinding moon
& bite my twisted tongue
to keep my quivering lips from alerting the silent night.