when the claws digging in my throbbing brain
are gone
I will see the coloring
outside the lines.
I'll leave
the overwhelming,
toxic waste
behind.
And I will rip open my ribs
and scream my soul, infecting all
with the weight of my beating heart
until i can't sing it's song anymore.
Then the ghosts millions of years old
will freely flow
as the finale reward,
punctuating the end of the battle
leaving me peace,
peace,
peace.