Implosive Disorder
The pressure it’s building
The distance is growing
The gaps in knowledge increase
Through the transfer of the deceased
A language unknown to my ears
Brings with it the bowels of fear
How many years will it take
To move on from my biggest mistake
The smoke that fills the air
Seeps into the skin and hair
Blood incessantly flowing
Through rivers and seas not worth rowing
A violin plays in the background
Telling us it’s time to come home
For the world is submerged
And we might just drown
The time ticks towards tracks
That tie tricks taught to thoughts
Something stirs silently singing
Sinful stories sorrowfully sinking
Alliteration acts against all aspects
Aggressively anchoring abhorrent angels
There’s a clicking in the background
Accompanied by a jingle of keys
Screaming through the night
Into the folds of your brain
Eating the blood from your soul
Until you’re left dying on the floor