Whispers Most Loud

Every word is rehearsed

It only gets worse from here

See a duplicate moon

From this dubious room

As certainly doom comes near

Led by the figures of wax

Helplessly witness attacks

Words with no facts, they cheer

They cheer.

The planes plummeting down

While they polish his crown

With a lacquer so drowned in fear

The far sands become glass

Rebirthed, repeated past

A decade is gone since last year

A hunger to annihilate

Millions to immolate

Billions to choke to sate his peers

They cheer.

The harvest is withering

Cities sit simmering

Yet still glittering frozen

Only partisans thrive

While the rest of our lives

And our chance to survive, stolen

Only murderers remain

While innocents are detained

And the title reclaimed: chosen

Chosen.

Stare blankly at the contrails

While we're all still on sale

The train is off rails

Bitter pill to take, gasping as my throat is closed

Hanging on your wires, saltwater in my eyes

Stringing me along while the one you knew dies

And the woman I've become bleeds out from her nose

Your "love" is burning sour, I cry while changing clothes

Every song I write says it all, but too verbose

You only saw a man, all your words were lies

You thought of it as night, but I'm in my sunrise

I called it long ago, see the day when your heart froze

I'm not who I was, I pretended too long

Memorized every word and sang the wrong song

Not the soul you wanted you vowed to through smooth and rough

You knew I was wrong and cleared the thicket in the road

Showed me the right path knowing ours couldn't hold

I was all yours and you helped transform me to not enough

I can't be enough

Twenty-eight long years, entropy would never break

I never faced my fears, just prayed my soul to take

A body less of flesh, a prison house of cards

Cracking through my skull against limiting bars

Like swimming upstream, just to drown to death in the lake

It's been another four, and even though I'm wide awake

I look at coated glass, and my outside just looks fake

Halfway through my life, still waiting just to start

Every part of the past, dining on my beating heart

Continuing to live, though I'm impaled on a stake

I'm not who I was, I pretended too long

Memorized every word and sang the wrong song

Becoming who I wanna be, but every second's tough

Before I was wrong, but now I have knowledge

I was meant to bloom in full even as a small kid

But will I be myself? Will I finally be enough?

Still I'm not enough.

Through the forest, missing the trees

Will the nightmare ever cease?

My name carried on a gentle breeze

I can not be Annalise.

I'm not who I was just four long days ago

Carry that poor soul, where the wind may ever blow

I was still wrong, but this time I'll be right.

It's cold wherever you are.

Temporally suspended, frozen,

Too paralyzed to be moved

Do the words reach your ears?

Can you feel the breeze on your soft hair?

If a breath admitted it adores you,

Would it touch just one glass shard.

It is hard to know any cohesion,

More comfortable to be shattered.

To be an island is to perish,

Yet it feels fitting to dissipate.

Living in a lie built of mud bricks,

Erected around you to drown your light,

To confine you to your cocoon,

To ensure that you never bloom.

Even at your lowest, you're lovely,

Even with rivers of tears at your feet,

Curled up, living out forgotten fears

That you wish had stayed buried.

I have no answers for your turmoil,

Or I would solve the problems I carry.

It is just better to lean on a shoulder

Than to crawl down into a coffin.

Etch every word into granite.

Encode every letter in your mind.

Keep the memory backed up forever.

If you forget, just run the command.

You deserve more than you could possibly ask for.

You are worthy of greater than the rulers of old.

In fact, if someone can put these words forth when you're low,

Desperate to be torn apart

The crushing freedom of gravity

Liberate my beating heart

Take for granted all that I am

Stuff me in the Cuisinart

Cursed to death, the blessing I am

Confort in this collapsing star

Encouragement misguided

Destiny and wants collided

Only in me confided

The loudest mind lies blighted

My liberty divided

I am thankfully reminded

No matter if I can hide it

My sorrow always rings silent.

Subject me to your microscopes

Analyze every component

Sickened by me, even as I choke

Certain death not considered atonement

Though my eyes stare down the back of my skull

My lips ajar, mouth foaming

You have not made your appetite full

Until my hydrogen's imploding

Turn me into your fission

Deemed a sacrosanct mission

Fuelled solely by division

The faded tapesty you're stitching.

Getting off on the friction

Your love, disguised benediction

Only blood in your vision

Put me through sure dereliction

You see me as your slave

So unworthy to save

Over my plot, you pave

Undeserving even of a shallow