Haunted by a ghostly voice that just won’t go away,
No matter what I do to silence it.
Vibrant it is!
But,
I keep writing it in,
Within a line in my,
Wrists.
Bleeding from every vein slice open in thought of what couldn’t be imagined in,
A million years…
What does it want?
What does it say?
It doesn’t matter either way.
I refuse to teeter chasing what I can’t see berating me.
What keeps curtailing my beret with each,
Word manifested in my mind from my ill-made decisions…
All it is,
Is an echo from the dead body I buried not too long ago.
The Beast I kept chained inside the walls of my soul with a proper flow,
Of rhythms I’ve been kicking this entire time along a broader stroke,
In an ocean of my tears I have no problem swimming in.
If I was being honest,
I would rather be inside of it,
And,
Float until I reach a land full of clarity instead of being docked and,
Shackled to a pier of lies by the ropes I was hanging from…
So what if it doesn’t ever leave?
It’s up to me to stand and plant a seed,
Watered by the doubts I’m doused by to show that voice it’ll never breach,
Peace in my mind!
As I’m here increasing my stride,
One step at a time as I strive,
For something other than the approval of a ghost I can’t see no matter how wide I,
Open my eyes…
m3l0dicverse 
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