there are days
of total distortion
when it all swirls around emotions
gaps and holes of fear
opening beneath my feet
....inhale.....
then move away
safe in the movement
but still walking on razorblades
those sharp edges of guilt
from blade to blade
each breath sucked down in every depth
from guilt to fear and back again
a different walk
not walking away but walking not to fall
cutting every step new
no voice to silence this
no courage to break lose
falling, the only way to move away
so finally i fall and watch me falling
as if there is no time
...release....
.
.
.
.
then sleep again
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