In internal agony i writhe
And the sky bleeds
As if god painted it red
My demons invite
But how much can i resist
Should i let go
And see what conspires
My mind cries out
But the birds chirp and twitter away
Unknowing to my suffering and silent cries
To them it's a new day full of opportunities
To me another morning of survival and being alive
Like a walking corpse
That can't remember to breathe or smile
But simply can exist.