Blue pt. 1

Drifting in the agony,
Hoping the waves cast me astray.
In a quiet solace that I couldn't define.

A hollow home pulsating in my chest,
But derelict mind oscillating tenaciously between insomnia and fluoxetine.

Holding on to a fleeting relief,
A waning breath like a slow surrender,
Another holy ghost ready for guillotine.

In the frozen clocks and empty staircase,
I've dreamt of the end and the pain we trade
Now devil rests at the faultline.

A hymn for the wrecked soul
The bitter truth beyond the pale.
Beneath the weight of my despair I wonder,
Is my life mine to take.