It Breaks

It Breaks

Are you listening?
This is the sound of me breaking.
Can you feel it?
Like every fibre in your body is screaming.
That your whole existance means nothing?
Can you taste it?
The decaying words on our tongue,
False prayers you've been fed as a child.
False hope rotting in your mouth?
Can you feel the maggots wriggling?
I can.
I can look at the sky and tell you
Where we stand;
As a superior race with no guidelines to follow;
No preachings to swallow.
When we were children, those words being forced down are throats;
The sermonizations that have caused me to crumble
Beneath the fingers of my very existance.
It breaks
It breaks the boundaries.
It cries out to you like some pitiful being
Wishing to be noticed.
Hands, growing pale with urgency...
Searching for someone to believe
In the lies we've been asphixiating on for so many years.