lethal lethargy threatens to consume me

and the flames of my burning guilt

cast wicked shadows on the walls of my mind

the feeling of being slowly compressed works its way in me

war rages inside and out

caregivers leave me to my own

and my exterior blunders drag me deeper

frustration with myself fans the already healthy flames

but my blank face shows none of this to the world

but even if it did

who would care?

who could help?

my rainy day wings cant stand the storm ive caused yet again

the horrid thing resurrected that should have stayed dead

but all that remains is what i have caused

all the potential thrown out again

will i get the chance again?

will my wings bear me up one last time?

will they trust me to never be the lightning that strikes them down again?

will my asylum return to my sanctuary?

will all be well again?

so may questions

so little time

but in the end

will it all matter?

has it gone to far?

dear god HAS IT GONE TOO FAR?

will tattered shreds of belief hold true for one more try?

will it be enough...?

i long for innocence again

but it may be all too late...