slipping

stereotypically
clinging to crooked sanity
not who i often appear to be
cracked and slipping
is the mask i donned
so brief
was the promised peace

if this pain would pass me by
if this day would only end

water to cleanse
the body
does not reach
the soul
the windows are closed
and the house is flooding
the bridge is being burned

if the night would only come
if the moon would never rise again

giving frantic worship
to things unseen
offered no answers
to the questions i’ve asked
bleeding from heartbreak
straining under the weight
of the rock on my back
called life

if i should fall just leave me be
on this path of destiny
fractured pieces of my dreams
will cushion me