I hold fast to a antique
skeleton key that belonged
to a chest that surrounds a beat

I still feel that beat even long for
it time to time -but this time-
that beat is bending until broken

tomorrow morning
my midsection will be
slightly caved in
food has become
tasteless and obsolete

You've suddenly made it
too hard to swallow

I haven't felt this feeling
in so long although
it's a very familiar one

I know it all to well
the blindside of the spectrum
that is

I begin to array myself in a
artificial love that only brought
on the feeling of disbelief

I kept myself
tangled in this abyss

I never got a chance to
catch up until
it was too late

Now I'm stuck in a vast of
forgotten spirals

I coil tightly in a corner
because I'm afraid of the
sounds he makes, cursing
THE name in vain in a
destructive manner

she whispered with wisdom
"fear is just a spirit"
I find myself wrapping
that spirit taut around my heart.
like holding onto a memory or object
of some sort

Now I must forget by listening to the
same unhealthy song on repeat

*evenly keeping myself, holding on, with perseverance*