Wickedness

Wickedness

I need escape from this world
Trapped under the stones
Of good behavior
Of speaking when spoken to
Fearing that which I discover
Hiding from those who try to help
Muffled cries echo out
My lungs collapse under this pressure
I hate this in which I’m trapped in
If I could reach that sacred place
Where I could tell the time
Where I could being to breathe again
I want a break from living underneath
The days meld into each other
My hands are getting tired of bleeding
My arms sore from trying to climb
I try to kick harder against the rock
Caught beneath boulders of shame
Hatred boils up and rips through
Even though my loathing of this place grows
I still cannot rip free of this sphere
When I think I see the glimmer of the sun
I mistaken it off the reflection of my own pooling blood
I relax thinking that in time I’ll sink into safety
Fine whispers of love tint my hearing
Sharp screams of pain blast inside my head
My own screams scratch my lungs to shreds
Blood specks on my lips I try harder
To release myself from these burdens
But everyday they weigh heavier
And every night the wickedness grows larger
If I move fast, the rocks get sharper
If I ease out, the boulders fall closer
If I wait it out, guilt crowds onto me
I hear the music, the melodies helping me cross over
The beats leading me forward
But no song can get me to break free
Because if even my own will can’t
What ever could?

~Lykaios

bad year.