To the Fear of Self

Deprived of an ear to hear you scream
Drag yourself across the floor, to the hall

Consumed in your own darkness, you tussle

Tussle along the rugged path

Bleeding on the drudgery of everyday life

Having tried to blend in pastels and neons

Exhausting bottles of wine, every time you were let down

You sit with your lonely self, with no one to call

All you hear is your own voice

After a while, even that faints out

Suicidal, you try to pull the trigger

To put an end to the pain

But the trigger fails you just as well

For distrust took you down, consumed your soul and burped.