The Fray in the Silence

Look at me,

as I set fire to myself.

Watch me burn, 

there’s not enough gasoline in the world.

Watch me fly,

there’s not enough wind to hold me in the sky.

I feel my scars

begin to itch,

It’s as if they know I’m not alright,

so I curse and I scream

as I begin to scratch and twist.

Scrape away,

feed your dogs with the skin that came off your bones.

You watch me as I drop into the mud,

I feel I’m losing my place. 

Lost again,

I hear the souls calling my name,

fading out

fading in

I will find your history

and when I do,

I will feed you to the free. 

So kick the downed one more time,

let’s go dancing on the graves

of the ones

that meant the most

just to show them we’re still alive.