Someone has their claws on your throat
You can't breath so you freeze
Air won't get to your head
So darkness crawls in
The urge to walk out is there
But you seem blind
And your hands become your eyes
Searching for your way out
Until something hisses in the dark
And they ran back to you in fear
Afraid of being chopped away
In single deadly bites
Down the throats
Of your now converging demons.

Chaos erupt
Yelling can be heard
You wonder how no one else seems to notice
How living inside your skin can be draining
When the voices become as loud
And pride holds your tongue proud
Forcing you to fight solo
While the weight of this unforgiving life
Has you down on your invisible knees
Begging for the much needed quiet
Unable to withstand the noise
Of their uncultured take over.

Something is trying to keep you under
Helping you slowly die
The state of being a living zombie
Has you on the set of the walking dead
Cruising down the busy streets
While stuck in your own invisible bubble
Grinding alongside other disguised ones
Unfit to point either out
The fight to swim back up
For a gasp of the much needed air
Then becomes a daily battle
Fighting each of them back
For the right to your own headspace.

MemoryCatcher/Pixabay.

Cross Published.

BQ.