Acid Reigns
Again, I wonder
how it is that I can breathe.
Around me the waste of the world rots
and the moments of my life
quickly decay.
Surrounded by smoke masquerading as air,
I weep, and my tears turn into acid rain.
I burn, as each bead falls and braille's my skin.
Maybe I should sleep,
Maybe I should swim
in the ocean made of sin.
Maybe I should cleanse myself with turpentine.
And drink down the drain-o
to clear up my veins.
As I boil in the heat of a single sun,
and freeze in the ice of the dark side of the moon.
As my soul evaporates
into the thundering clouds,
I still attempt to breathe.
Breathe through my humanity,
breathe through my insanity,
and walk through the shadows
embedded in my eyes.