vox333vox

this is a poem i wrote about choosing how you feel. its in our hands after all, we just don't see it.

'kicking down our ladders'

-my throat is closed.
forced by palms and fingers.
-made up by my mind.
my conscience and
-my life as a dreamer.
forget the pain, i'm not alone
-i'm becoming numb.
and i find it strange calling this home.
-alive and kicking,
but only for so long.
-while i layer out a motive
to stangle you as well.
-failing the world
as it fails me.
-breaking the rules
as they break me.
-and leaving out the part
that i so desperately need.
-don't become concerned.
i know not what this means.
-the trains keep passing
and they keep atlering my dreams.
-i'm not scared.
it's not a nightmare.
-but my legs are weak
and they want to collapse beneath.
-let it all fall.
forget about it all.
-what the fuck am i saying...?
it's always been my call.

- NICK - vox - .CROSS.out.THR33S. -